A free translation of a Farsi poem by Freidoun Moshiri

I passed down that street
In a moonlight night again
looking for you
I became that crazy lover again
remembering old memories
we passed down the street together one night
sat down by the river
I was looking at your dark mysterious eyes
a clear sky...a quiet time
The moon was shining in the water
The trees bending over to touch the moon
Night, stone and floweres
were listening to the night bird
You told me
Stay away from this love
Look at  this water
reflecting a passing love
You are in love with one look today
and with another one tomorrow
travel away and you will forget everything

But I dont know how to stay away from love from you
Nightbird flew away you cried and  the moon laughed at your love

I never heard from you then
That night disappeared in the darkness and night after night
You never passed down the street
and you never knew how I walked there without you

I try not to focus on my feelings but it seems impossible. It seems that i am too sensitive to the weather, the smell and color of the weather, i know it sounds crazy, But this is what it is.for example if i have been sad for some reason in a specific day, then when the weather is like that day, all my sad feelings are back as if i am back on that moment.and this happens a lot.especially during fall and winter i feel a smell in the air and even the color of sunlight is different for me. In my first winter in Canada i experienced Christmas holiday for the first time in my life (since we don't celebrate Christmas in Iran) and at that time i felt very lonely.Since then every christmas i feel the same even though i am not as lonely as that time. It seems that the feelings stick with my memory. Or many years ago i had a bad day ( my dad and my brother argued over something and my brother left the home and i felt so worried) it was a cold and sunny winter day.i know it sounds crazy but cold sunny days of winter brings that feeling back to me.That is the same with the places.if i felt sad or stressful at some point in somewhere is so hard to earse it from my memory.It seems that classical conditioning occurs to me very fast.