The more he watches her dance at the party, the more he wants her. And he wants her bad.
Like the flowers in the wind
Like the wind among the leaves
Like the leaves in the wind
Keep dancing your body.
A spring of light wouldn't be like this.
Light wouldn't be like this.
What is that is glittering
In that dancing of yours?
Watching all of this, he is going into a frenzy. He wants her closer to him than he can imagine it:
As close as your lips are to your mouth
As close as your body is to your shirt
Even as close as light to your body,
I want you even closer.
Still closer.
The reason for his is desire is no mystery at all. That's how nature works.
If the flower desires its scent,
If the eye desires the light,
I desire you even more.
I swear to God, I desire you even more.
As she is dancing, he notices more than just her body:
Your drunken eyes,
As though they are the wine of Shiraz
Your Face, like the flower,
Is brimming with dew
What shall I say about your lips?
My words cannot suffice.
From Sadegh Nojouki's "Commotion" (Veleleh)
Closer To Your Body Than Even Your Shirt
Overflow Me With Desire
This man believes he has found his love. "My Love", excerpted below, is his expressoin of that belief:
I picked you out from among hundreds of flowers
In my chest, I threw a celebration of your love.
For the ending point of loneliness,
Yours was the only name I called.
My Love.
Talk and with the purity of the springs
Overflow me with desire.
With your hands form a ring of flowers
And toss it around my neck.
If out of skepticism
I am cool to humans
You caress my hads
For they have been cold for a long time.
From: Farzin's "My Love" (Eshghe man")
Every Breath I Take
He has been away on a trip. And she can't wait to see him again:
The dearest present for me
Would be the dust off your shirt
Seeing and smelling you again
Would be my re-birth.
My wanting you
Is not just from whim or desire.
You are my re-birth,
I want you for my breath.
From Shakila/Hayedeh's "Present" (Soghati)
