Shatter into light, O' Parvaneh

With the scorching fire on your tongue
burn me not, joonam!
With the sharpened edges of your heart
slash mine not.
For, if I break I'll break into a thousand pieces
and whirl around your soul,
like a thousand scattered fireflies....
Where would you fly off to then, my regal Falcon?
And, how would you hide your routes then?
... when my broken heart follows to light up your sky
... when my splintered pieces shimmer beneath your wings

O' Parvaneh!
Does not your beloved know
that the light with which your love is aglow
are the conspiring stars that you arrange and rearrange in Fajr sky;
so when the "ancient tale" is reborn again,
your love becomes a torch to guide your "bird's" flight...
... gently back to your "soul's cage" again?

Author's Note

* joonam : expression of endearment -- 'my life', 'my love' (Persian)
* fajr : early dawn (Arabic), also the first prayer of Muslims, performed before sunrise

Reviews

[Blood Ink Diary]

Oh, Lamakaan -- what a lovely abode - 'tis where Mah'laqa could be ! You seem to have many shades and hues of a Persian tale -- rather unveiled, dear "Parvaneh" -- how silent are your wings -- they seem to fly everywhere, rather discreetly !
Kudos Ms. Ishtar !