به کانون زبان پاسارگاد خوش آمدید.

The Death of the Swan

When dying, I have heard the beautiful swan

Dies as beautifully as she’s born.

On the night of her death, atop a swell sits she alone,

Into a remote corner retires she in order to die alone.

In that same corner, sings she so many songs

Till amid the songs she dies.

Some do believe this amorous bird dies

Where she first made love.

On the night of her death, she, out of fright, hurries there

Where she becomes unaware of the DEATH so to die.

Disbelieve though I this point,

Never have I heard in the desert the swan dies.

One day merges she out of the sea;

One night likewise in the lap of the sea she dies.

You’ve been my sea, hold out your arms;

For this beautiful bird is going to die.’

 مرگ قو