Red Rose (Forugh Farrokhzad, translated by Sholeh Wolpe)

Red rose.
Red rose.
Red rose.

He took me to the garden of red rose.
In the dark, hung a red rose on my wild hair then,
made love to me on the petal of a red rose.

O paralyzed doves,
virgin barren trees, blind windows!
Look! Beneath my heart,
deep inside my womb
now grows a rose;
red, red rose.
Rose, red like a flag
-- a revolution.

A child.
A child.