Shirin & Farhad

Your bodice is adorned with intricate patterns, Every fold is rich with detail. Your chest is a vast plain of love, And your collar is like a pomegranate orchard. I have become a suitor to your flourishing realm. You are my Shirin, and I am your Farhad; You are my Shirin, and I am your Farhad. When the *Majino* rifle is slung over your shoulder, And you appear upon the veranda, The Lak and the Lor—the people of Alashtar and beyond— All stand guard to protect you. Until the day I die, you shall remain in my memory. You are my Shirin, and I am your Farhad; You are my Shirin, and I am your Farhad. Whenever you cast your gaze toward me, And call out my name, It is as if the clear, blue skies of spring have appeared, Especially when you drape the *Golvani* (headscarf) over your head. Until the day I die, you shall remain in my memory. You are my Shirin, and I am your Farhad; You are my Shirin, and I am your Farhad. Whenever I place my hand within yours, I find myself lost in the joy of beholding you. From the depths of my heart, I wish—oh, how I wish— That tonight I could be entangled in your flowing tresses; Your tresses are as graceful as the branches of a boxwood tree. You are my Shirin, and I am your Farhad; You are my Shirin, and I am your Farhad. Whenever you turn your eyes toward me, And call out my name, It is as if the clear, blue skies of spring have appeared, Especially when you drape the *Golvani* over your head. Until the day I die, you shall remain in my memory.