Best 5 quotes of Forough Farrokhzad on MyQuotes

I believe in being a poet in all moments of life. Being a poet means being human. I know some poets whose daily behavior has nothing to do with their poetry. In other words, they are only poets when they write poetry. Then it is finished and they turn into greedy, indulgent, oppressive, shortsighted, miserable, and envious people. Well, I cannot believe their poems

O, you the goldfish of the swamp of my blood. Let your drunkenness be pretty. You are drinking me.

Pāpa āmi ēkaṭā paramānandēra pāpa karēchi, ēmana ēka āliṅganē yā chila uṣṇa āra ābēgabharā. Bāhura ghērāṭōpē āmi pāpa karaluma tā chila tapta āra śaktimaẏa āra pratikarmēra phala. Andhakāra āra niḥśabda āṛālē āmi ōra nigūṛha cōkhēra dikē tākāluma. Āmāra bukēra madhyē hr̥daẏa adhairyabhābē spandita hala ōra karaṇīẏa cōkhēra anurōdhē sāṛā diẏē. Ō'i andhakāra āra niḥśabda āṛālē, āmi āluthālu ōra pāśē basaluma. Ōra ṭhōm̐ṭa āmāra ṭhōm̐ṭē kāmēcchā ugarē dilō, āmi āmāra uttējita hr̥daẏēra duḥkha kāṭiẏē uṭhaluma. Āmi ōra kānē bhālōbāsāra kāhini balaluma phisaphisa karē: Āmi tōmākē cā'i, hē āmāra jībana, āmi tōmākē cā'i, hē jībanadāẏī āślēṣa hē āmāra unmāda prēmika, tumi. Cāhidā ōra cōkha thēkē anurāgēra sphūliṅga chaṛiẏē dilō; pēẏālāẏa nācatē lāgalō lāla mada. Narama bichānāẏa, āmāra śarīra ōra bukē mātāla sphūraṇa gaṛē phēlalō. Āmi ēka paramānandēra pāpa karēchi, śiharita stambhita ākārēra naikaṭyē hē īśbara, kē'i bā jānē āmi ki karēchi ō'i andhakāra āra niḥśabda āṛālē. Biẏēra bēṛi mēẏēṭi hāsala āra balala: Ē'i sōnāra āṅaṭira rahasya ki, ē'i āṅaṭira rahasya yā ēmana ēm̐ṭē basē gēchē āmāra āṅulē, ē'i āṅaṭira rahasya yā jhilamila karachē āra ētō dyūtimaẏa? Yubaka bēśa abāka hala āra balala: Ē'i āṅaṭi saubhāgyēra, jībanēra āṅaṭi. Sabā'i balala: Abhinandana āra bhālō thēkō! Mēẏēṭi balala: Hāẏa āmāra ēkhana'ō sandēha āchē āṅa Show more 1135/5000 पाप मैंने एक पाप किया है, एक तटबंध में जो गर्म और भावनात्मक था। मैंने बांह के आसपास के क्षेत्र में पाप किया है यह गर्म और मजबूत था और प्रतिरोध का परिणाम था अंधेरा और सन्नाटा पीछे छिप जाता है मैंने उसकी गुप्त आँख को देखा। हृदय मेरी छाती में अधीर कंपन कर रहा है उसकी आँखों के अनुरोध का जवाब। वह अंधेरी और खामोश छुपी, मैं अलुथलू के पास बैठ गया। उसके होंठों ने मुझे वासना से अभिभूत कर दिया, मैं अपने दिल की उदासी से अभिभूत हूं। मैंने उसके कान में प्यार की कहानी सुनाई और फुसफुसाया: मैं तुम्हें चाहता हूँ, हे मेरे जीवन, मैं आपको चाहता हूं, हे जीवन-रक्षा प्रसार हे मेरे पागल प्रेमी, तुम माँग उसकी आँखों से स्नेह की चिंगारी फैलाती है; कप में लाल शराब नाचने लगी शीतल बिस्तर, मेरा शरीर उन्होंने अपने सीने में एक उनींदापन विकसित किया। मैंने एक पाप के साथ पाप किया है, चकित आकार के झटके से रोमांचित हे भगवान, जो जानता है कि मैंने क्या किया है वह अंधेरा और मूक छेद

The Wind Will Carry Us In my night, so brief, alas The wind is about to meet the leaves. My night so brief is filled with devastating anguish Hark! Do you hear the whisper of the shadows? This happiness feels foreign to me. I am accustomed to despair. Hark! Do you hear the whisper of the shadows? There, in the night, something is happening The moon is red and anxious. And, clinging to this roof That could collapse at any moment, The clouds, like a crowd of mourning women, Await the birth of the rain. One second, and then nothing. Behind this window, The night trembles And the earth stops spinning. Behind this window, a stranger Worries about me and you. You in your greenery, Lay your hands – those burning memories – On my loving hands. And entrust your lips, replete with life's warmth, To the touch of my loving lips The wind will carry us! The wind will carry us!

When my trust was suspended from the fragile thread of justice and in the whole city they were chopping up my heart's lanterns when they would blindfold me with the dark handkerchief of Law and from my anxious temples of desire fountains of blood would squirt out when my life had become nothing nothing but the tic-tac of a clock, I discovered I must must must love, insanely.