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Two excerpts from poems by Simin Behbahani

Simin Behbahani (en persan : سیمین بهبهانی) is one of the major figures of contemporary Persian poetry, known for his lyrical style, the "ghazal" (poetic form fixed). She was born in 1927 in Tehran in a family of intellectuals. His father was a famous journalist and her mother Fakhr Ozma Arghoon, a poet who championed the rights of women. Simin Behbahani has published his first collection of poetry at the age of 14. Her poems stand out from the outset by the fact that she speaks as a woman, her amorous desires, then it is usually men poets who write about it. Later, Simin Behbahani is a name by updating the ghazal. After the 1979 revolution, his poetry is increasingly read and understood. In these poems, it deals with topics that affect the social and political life, speaks of desire, love and freedom in a society that is choking under the weight of the forbidden. She is actively involved in defending freedom of expression and acts in support of women's movements for their rights. She was one of the first to declare its support for the campaign "One Million Signatures" which calls for the repeal of all discriminatory laws against women. It is now recognized and beloved of Iranians inside the country and in the diaspora, for his poems, his words and deeds committed.

She has published more than a dozen books.

In 1999, his collection of poems, A Cup of Sin (A cup of sin), was published by Syracuse University Press in the United States.

In 1998 she was awarded the Hellman-Hammett association of human rights Human Rights Watch, awarded to writers who are victims of political persecution and in financial need.

In 1999, she received the medal Carl von Ossietzky, winner of the Nobel Peace Prize in 1936 that had risen against the rise of Nazism in Germany.

Here are two excerpts from the poems of Simin Behbahani. The translation can not make the pace, but the content is there. Like any translation, it can obviously be a subject of discussion ... but she remains faithful to all about the poet.

Clip 1

"I will rebuild you, my fatherland"

I will rebuild you, my homeland.
Even with the clay of my own soul.
I build thee columns.
Even with my own bones.
With your young generation, we will have fun again.
We keep crying, so we miss you.
Even if I die at 100 years, I'll stand on my grave.
order to eliminate the evil with my grunt.
I'm old but I can rejuvenate to live a new life with my children.

Clip 2

Tziganesque 13

Gypsy Sing, sing. Sing to celebrate life. What
be brought to each ear, your presence.

Stacks of monsters, regurgitating their smoke burning eyes and throats.
Hurle, if you can, the horror of that night.

The secret life of every monster lurks in the belly of a goldfish,
Bathing waters which thou knowest not the road.

The head of each monster throne on the thighs of a girl,
Like a log on silver bullion.

In their thirst for plunder, the mobs looted
Silk and cheeks and ruby lips of Venus. For

desire for freedom, dance, gypsy, and this rate
Sends a message to receive a response.

must a signal to the world's conscience to believe in your existence: therefore
Rub an iron on stone, to trigger the fire.

black remote ages, oppress your body
Get out, do not be a trace on a fossil.

order not to perish, gypsy, we must break the yoke of silence
words, to honor life, you must sing.