Looking For the Man Who Knows the Pleasant Song of Love

She knows he is out there somewhere. She may not have seen him yet, but she will recognize him for sure. How?

• He calls her with the pleasant song of love;
• He does for her what the touch of the dew does to the flower;
• He frees her from her 100-year jail sentence;
• He is intimate with her body the way the rain is with the lawn;
• He is tender the way night's tears are to a lonely lover;
• He has the breath of spring in his chest;
• He can be the dawn of sun;
• He can be that rare jewel for the ring of love

From Marjan's "Who Called On To Me?" (Ki Seda Kard Mano)

Closer To Your Body Than Even Your Shirt

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)

You Be the Rose, I'll be the Dew

She wants him close to her. How close? Well, pretty close. But listen to the metaphors she uses to describe her sentiments. She wants them to be as close as:

• a boat chained to the water
• the dew in the dreams of a rose
• the night that gets affectionate with sleep

Pretty romantic/sappy stuff (depending on your perspective).

From Nooshafarin's Vine ("Peechak")

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")