The Bird May Die ================ by `Forough Farrokhzad `_ | I feel sad, | I feel blue. | | I go outside and rub my cold fingers- | on the sleek shell of the silent night. | | I see that all lights of contact are dark, | All lanes to relate us- are blocked. | | Nobody will introduce me to the sun, | Nobody will take me- to the gathering of doves. | | Keep the flight in mind, | The bird may die. Translation: Maryam Dilmaghani, September 2006, Montreal