There is no sorrow in the cage, no grievance against the hunter, let that cruel one never forget its own captive, never. I held back my sighs and cries through all this separation, so that my complaint would not show through my lamentation, never. Let the cage be torn open with the blood of spring’s blooming, give the prisoners the good news of freedom, hold it back never. The painter of creation fashioned the beloved’s image so precisely that neither Mani nor Behzad ac