18/07/2026
My Beloved
My heart has slipped beyond the reach of peace.
When will you return to the tavern once again?
Along the road of sorrow, I have followed only your trace,
until I became the maddest of souls.
Tell me—what is my transgression,
that I should bear such a destiny?
The dead are lifted upon the shoulders of the living,
yet I am deader than the dead;
for they have entered their silence,
while mine has no end.
My days and nights have become a palace of mourning;
yet in longing for a single night,
I am the most restless of all.
Upon what path have you turned me away?
From before the first dawn of time
to beyond the last breath of eternity,
I remain the weariest soul.
جانا دل از آرامش گسست، کی به میخا نه در آیی، من از رهگذر غم پی تو دیوانه ترینم، گنهم چیست که اینچنینم، مرده را گر برهد بر سر دست ببرندش، من از مرده هم مرده ترینم، شده شب و روزم قصر سوگ آشنا ولیکن در هوس یک شب بیتابترینم، به کدامین راه مرا برتافتی، من از ازل تا ابد خسته ترینم.
Author
~ Lida Barmala ~
