i shall come, i shall come, i shall come

with my hair: trailing the smells of the underworld

with my eyes: thick experiences of darkness

with shrubs i have picked in the meadows outside the wall.


i shall come, i shall come, i shall come

and the portal shall abound with love

and i shall greet again at the portal of love

those who love, and the girl

who is standing there, still at the portal of love.

forough farrokhzad
(1935-1967)
from i shall greet the sun again