" I wish I were like the fall...I wish I were like the fall
I wish I were like the fall, silent, with no desires at all
My wishes' leaves would one by one turn sallow-gold
My eyes' sun would grow cold
The heaven of my breast would fill with pain
And suddenly a storm of grief would seize my heart
Like rain my tears would start
And stain my dress
Oh...how lovely then, if I were like the fall
Feral and bitter, with colours seeping into one another, so beautiful

- In Love with Sadness "

― , The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women