In This Deadlock by Ahmad Shamlu
They smell your mouth
Lest you have said, “I love you”
They smell your heart
Strange time, my dearest!
They lash Love
Under the lamp posts of streets
We must hide love
In the back closet of the house
In this deadlock of the cruel cold
They keep fire alive with
Our burnable songs and poems
Do not take the risk to think!
The one, who hammers at the door
In the middle of the night,
Has come to kill the light
We must hide the light
In the back closet of the house …
