#persian poems

[xplore-the-unknwn]

My roman empire is that people should make more big budgeted musicals about the ancient civilizations. We can have an Epic of Gilgamesh musical, the Trojan War, and any ancient story that was passed down through song for generations.

I wanna hear our ancestors come alive again and hear the beautiful words and stories that they’ve so passionately sang and written about-for us not to forget about them.

[randomlyblue]

-Anis Mojgani

[jayvespertine]

A Persian Poem:

“Zendagi az tu, marg az man. Rahaati az tu, narahaati az man. Khushi az tu, ghaam az man. Hama chiz az tu. Wale tu az man.”

translation: “Life is yours, death is mine. Peace is yours, stress is mine. Happiness is yours, sorrow is mine. Everything is yours, But you are mine.”

[majestativa]

A day of Silence Can be a pilgrimage in itself. A day of Silence Can help you listen To the Soul.

— Hafez, I Heard God Laughing: Poems of Hope and Joy, renderings by Daniel Ladinsky, transl by H. Wilberforce Clarke et. al, (2006)

[west150]

I will rise from my grave

And fly with you in the wind

I will rise from my grave

And dance with you in the rain

I will rise from my grave

And burn with you in the fire

I will rise from my grave

And tell you that I love you (Forugh Farrokhzad)

من از گور خود برخیزم/ و با تو در باد به پرواز درآیم

من از گور خود برخیزم/ و با تو در باران به رقص درآیم

من از گور خود برخیزم/ و با تو در آتش به تب و تاب درآیم

من از گور خود برخیزم/ و به تو میگویم که دوستت دارم

[fragmentsofgrief]

Forough Farrokhzad poetry for today

[his-heart-hymns]

Mun tu shudam tu mun shudi

mun tu shudam tu jaan shudi

Taakas na guyad baad azeen

mun deegaram tu deegri

I have become you, and you me,

I am the body, you soul;

So that no one can say hereafter,

That you are someone, and me someone else.

-Ameer Khusrau,Sufi saint

[nabxtangled]

گفتم که مرگ عاشقان ،

گفتا کہ درد ہجر من

گفتم کہ علاج زندگی

گفتا کہ دیدار منست

Guftam ke marg aashiqan,gufta ke dard hijr mann.

Guftam ke ilaj zindagi, gufta ke deedar mansat.

I asked what is the cruel death,

replied the pain of living without me

I asked what is a healthy life,

replied gazing at me.

[maihonhassan]

There is an Afghani Proverb;

"Dil ba dil ra dara"

"There is a telepathy between hearts."

[mehreenkhan]

my heart shook intractably in my chest

from the entreaty of his imploring eyes

— Forough Farrokhzad

[shinitagariyuki]

I thought these lines would suit them

درست می‌میرم تا تو را غلط نکنم!

به این همه می‌چسبم که گریه‌ات نکنم

(...)

به "هرگز"ات که سوالی شد و نوشت "کدام؟"

به دست‌های تو در آخرین تشنج‌هام

به گریه کردن یک مرد آن‌ور گوشی

به شعر خواندن تا صبح بی هم‌آغوشی

(...)

قسم به این شب و این شعرهای خط‌خطی‌ام

دوباره برمی‌گردم به شهر لعنتی‌ام

به بحث علمی بی‌مزه‌ام در گوشت

دوباره برمی‌گردم به امن آغوشت

به آخرین رویامان، به آخرین کابوسِ...

دوباره برمی‌گردم، به آخرین بوسه!

I die correctly to not to wrong you!

Cling into all this to not to cry you

(...)

To your "never" that became a question and wrote "which?"

To your hands in my last seizures

To a man crying on the other side of the line

To reading poems 'till the morning without making love

(...)

I swear to this night and my scribbled poems

I will come back to my damned city

(Swear) To the boring scientific arguments in your ear

I will come back to the safety of your embrace

To our last dreams, to the last nightmare of...

I will come back again, to the last kiss!

[anniflamma]

Reading some poetry by Rumi that he wrote to/about Shams… Remember, guys! All that gay stuff is just metaphors!

"I became his flute and started crying when his lips touched me. I was blindly searching for his hand while all the while he was holding mine."

Like I said… It's just a metaphor for friendship!

[vulnerableagendaofdeath]

The great Persian poet Hafez wrote, "Start seeing everything as God, but keep it a secret." I still have no idea what I mean when I say God, but I see it everywhere. I mean it intensely. I write poems and, yes, books about it. I read about it constantly, which seems, counterintuitively, to only deepen its secret. Close your eyes. Imagine in your head a bladeless knife with no handle. Do you see how the image recedes from view the more language I add to it? A bladeless knife. With no handle.

[majestativa]

Let tenderness pour from your eyes The way the Sun gazes warmly on the earth.

— Hafez, I Heard God Laughing: Poems of Hope and Joy, renderings by Daniel Ladinsky, transl by H. Wilberforce Clarke et. al, (2006)

[west150]

...Sit in a store where they have sugar. (That is, go to someone who says sweet things.) (Rumi)

... به دکان کسی بنشین/ که در دکان شکر دارد

[prabhghuman]

"Ishq as joee behtar ast" 😌🤍

( "Love is a better teacher than duty.")

{Picture by Me..}

Famous poem on love by well know Rumi

“Az Jaan-e-Manaa Be-Jaa Badānah Rā Be-Ma”

[ From the Soul's Dwelling, Bring the Goblet(cup of divine love or spiritual intoxication) Here to Us. ]

"az jaan-e-manaa be-jaa badānah rā be-ma

agar naqshi-ye āfāq giriftī dar dāman-e-ma

man-e ḥusn-e-ḵẖẖānandagi dar kūy-e-ḵẖūbān

sīdah tū na rāstī go pāk rāḥ-e-baghbān"

-by RUMI

Translation:-

"From the soul's dwelling, bring the goblet here to us,

If you've grasped the pattern of the heavens in our skirt's hem.

I am the beauty-seeking soul in the street of the lovely,

If you are not the one, go, for the gardener has a pure path."