and Edited by: Sheema Kalbasi
Paperback: 121 pages
Publisher: PRA Publishing
Publish date: April 2008
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Seven Valleys of Love, compiled and translated by Sheema Kalbasi, is written with a piercing clarity and a profound intensity of emotion. Her ability to preserve the integrity and poetical sensibility of the work is evident in her mastery of language, editing, and translation.
Seven Valleys of Love is a vibrant celebration of extraordinary women's voices. The colorful and lively verses in this dazzling collection emerge as small, quiet explosions out of the shadows of hopelessness and seek to inspire and restore peace, hope, and harmony in its people. Seven Valleys of Love calls us to appreciate that though adversity and pity pertain to every human heart, the presence of loveliness and forgiveness also exists in the invincible human spirit. A superb book that demands to be held or cupped gently in the hand so not to spill the sumptuous beauty, light wit, and sharp-eyed acuity it is teeming with.
Sheema Kalbasi elegantly captures the relationship between the troubled voices lamenting to the inner self and the enlightened voices delivering touching bursts of insight and joy. This stunning anthology of love and loss bears witness to a passionate and sorrowful longing, a deep plaintiveness for the ageless plight of expression. A pining that lurks like the wind, at times turbulent and smothering and in other moments soothingly obliging, as unexpected and stealthy as the warm breath or whisper of a lover or assailant on the neck, "panting at the night", capable of really anything.
- Desi Di Nardo
My endeavor remains in vain,
His love enslaves me yet again
Whose bravery, O but the one in need,
An ample love, the shore unseen,
Deem and caress the insolence.
When it is love you ache for to gain
Immersed in darkness and opt for the good,
Drink the poison and envision the swain.
I am the woman, who dwells in
Covered and veiled but audacious.
O, you who behest me to abide by his rules
Do not veil me! Enthrone me! Thus
live the Eve and the Empress.
To zephyrs travel, those who are pretentious
Fairness and goodness are my resting place.
Not every able one is a seaman or has the face,
Not everyone disguised is as pure or chaste.
Wake! And arrive, O darling,
I have the Tavern prepared within.
A cup of wine and a feast
And for you I have clad in bliss
These things I have crafted
From my heart and my dream.
O, you who are a man of despair,
Fragile, feeble and not an heir.
You command me about, and howl without care,
But devoid of my aid you cannot
appear or even inhale air.
Your tender revolt
Contained by the illicit apple
Pounds in red
And your eyes' shattered diamond
A woman in seclusion
Revolves into a star
On the surface of water
I am thirsty
Place the skies in your eyes
Blaze out the star
So that I can see you
The sea is peaceful
Locks on the bolt
Secrets behind the doors
And the moist Jasmine perfume
Panting at the night
The jar of thirst in a summer afternoon
This musky willow shade and I
These birds and I, do not sing!
I AM DEPRESSED
I am depressed, ah
I am depressed from this relentless silence
From this hopeless patience
From this quiet cry, this ditch
I am depressed, ah
When will we reach the Sun!
When will we arrive at the garden?!...
Was my room
And wherever I felt unsafe
I gravitated into its eternal sanctuary.
There aren't any rooms
That can harbor me against the crowd
and behind every window
inside and outside every room
a two-faced clown sneers.
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