... On my shoulder is a dove that drinks from your mouth, On my
shoulder is a dove That refreshes my throat, On my shoulder is a dove, kind and graceful,
That talks to me of light, And of Man, who is the god of all deities...
My bird of golden song Nests in the foliage of your abode; Sweetheart, put on your best
dress, Love is fond of us. With you I follow my dreams in wakefulness, I find my poetry in
the truth of your brow.
You talk with me of light, and of Man, Who has kinship with all the gods...
(By Ahmad Shamlou)
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