In the desert of solitude

In the desert of solitude, my love,
resonate shadows of your voice;
mirages of your lips.
In the desert of solitude, beneath the stockpiles of distances,
are blooming flowers and the roses of our closeness.
Rising somewhere next to me
is the heat of your breath,
burning in its own fragrance,
kindling slowly.
Far, on the horizon, Love,
the shimmering droplets of your dew glances are falling.
In the desert of solitude,
with much love have lips
of your memories touched
the face of my heart.
It feels now, even though
its a day of discord,
this sun of distances is going to sink,
and let the night come
when we will be together.

My translation of Dasht-e-tanhai (by Faiz A. Faiz).