Sunset, you sombre sunset,
Ardent music, boundless sorrow.
New stairs, new terrace, a new abode,
Golden age of dreams, of senses…
Sunset, you ceaseless sunset,
With mementos of sadness and song.
Now fading, then flaming, setting fire
To desire. Eyes like black blades.
Sunset, sundown of memories,
Let the new world dance to a crazy beat.
You stay steadfast and high above,
You, Year of Tango, of mindless love.
Varand (Soukias Hacob Koorkchian) (born 1954) Iran
Translated by Tatul Sonentz
Source: Varand poetry translations