Anew
When will it be again the day, my beloved
Journal of separation closed, folded
When will it be, much pained and sorrowed, freed
New way of life, constructed
With high and low of this world
If you could, dealt, tolerated
Or each time I want you, God forbid!
Make excuses and evade much, deny me
When will it be, your face turned away, angered and vile’d
Elsewhere, way of love and place found
When will it be, with much devotion, come to me
With coquetries, and elegantly statured
When will it be, hundred times anxious’d
give life, soul, and glamour’d
When will it be, in the lyrics of a good song
image of dance you’d become
When will it be, wanting, silken bed
In my embrace, be placed
Happy, like waves of kisses
your lips’ buds, opened
Near a shore, like the lighthearted
peacefully in heaven rested
Radiantly roused,
ecstasy of the dreamed remembered
At time of departure, with heart grieved
Your shoes, brought to wear, on your feet
Sweet kisses, remembered
To meet again another day, promised
Footnote:
The original Persian poem by Manouchehr Saadat Noury
The Blog Image, In Bed The Kiss 1892, by Henri Toulouse Lautrec