Alas, for the day is fading,
the evening shadows are stretching.
Our being, like a cage full of birds,
is filled with moans of captivity.
And none among us knows how long
he will last.
The harvest season passed,
the summer season came to an end,
and we did not find deliverance.
Like doves we cry for justice…
and there is none.
We wait for light
and darkness reigns.
-Forugh Farrokhzād