Why did I not pay attention ?
I believe my mother cried on that night
that night when I met with pain,
that same night when the pearl was created,
when I wed the cluster of flowers of the acacias,
when the whole of Esfahan tinkled of blue mosaics
and when my other half blended with the lymph that was in me
and the mirror reflected him to me
so pure and clean
and all at once he called my name
and I became the wedded bride of the clustered flowers on the acacias
Forough Farrokhzad (Cold Season)
translated from the original farsi by Sylvie M. Miller
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