Let Us Believe in the Beginning of the Cold Season (Forough Farrokhzad): "I Pity the Garden"

This is a poetic passage in Persian that speaks of a small garden dying, with its heart swollen beneath the sun, its mind gradually emptying of green memories, and its feeling becoming something abstract. The text appears to be the opening of a lyric work that uses the garden as a vehicle for exploring loss, decay, and the fading of vivid experience into abstraction. The imagery suggests an elegiac or meditative piece concerned with the mortality of natural things and the dissolution of concrete memory into something formless and difficult to grasp.