“One night, from beyond the darkness like a star I will come to you.
On the wings of the running wind of the world, I will come to pick you up with joy.
Filled with tenderness and intoxication, like a beautiful summer day, I will offer you a skirt full of wild mountain tulips.
One night, I will knock on your door, your heart will tremble in your chest.
The door will open and my eager body will slide into your warm arms.
In these moments of intoxication, you will no longer see my childish gaze arguing with modesty.
One night, if you call my name, I will invite you to dreamland.
I will dance like mermaids on the waves of your memory.
One night, my thirsty lips will burn with joy in the fire of your lips.
My eyes will fix their hope on the destination of your gaze.
One night, of Venus, the charming goddess,
I will learn the games of love.
Like a light born from the belly of darkness, I will kindle a fire near you.
O you, eyes fixed on the path!
It’s me who will come to you,
On the wings of the running wind of the world, I will come for you with joy. »(Forough Farrokhzad)