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02-07-2010
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کاربر فعال
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تاریخ عضویت: Nov 2008
محل سکونت: پاوه
نوشته ها: 1,479
سپاسها: : 20
120 سپاس در 80 نوشته ایشان در یکماه اخیر
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درمان غم عشق بگویم که چه باشد
وصل است و بهار است و می بربط و چنگ است
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زنهار مرو هیچ سوی بیشه ی عشاق
چنگال غمش تیزتر از چنگال پلنگ است
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ئه و روژه ی "مه جنون" له زوخاو نوشی ...مه ینه ت فه وتانی، کفنیان پوشی
من بومه واریس له قه وم و خویشی . . . سپاردی به من ئازاری و ئیشی
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02-07-2010
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کاربر فعال
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تاریخ عضویت: Nov 2008
محل سکونت: پاوه
نوشته ها: 1,479
سپاسها: : 20
120 سپاس در 80 نوشته ایشان در یکماه اخیر
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Beloved reached desired glow
And so we say, may it be so
All doubts towards faith did grow
And so we say, may it be so
The devil’s plot caused perturbation
And the nation faced agitation;
Once again was Solomon’s nation
And so we say, may it be so
Beloved who put my heart in pain
Closed doors on my face once again
Friends would console and entertain
And so we say, may it be so
You drank wine on your own
Lusted after all, alone
Now lead the drunk upon a throne
And so we say, may it be so
From your majestic bright face
The flame lighting my place
Each corner, a well-lit space
And so we say, may it be so
From your fake anger and rage
And the sweet turning of the page
The world is a sugary stage
And so we say, may it be so
Night replaced by the morrow
Joy has conquered every sorrow
Sun light, pervasive and thorough
And so we say, may it be so
From mendicant generosity
And lovers’ pertinacity
Revival and vivacity
And so we say, may it be so
Celebrate this festivity
Restored to compatibility
Festivals abound in our city
And so we say, may it be so
O masterful wise minstrel
In the underworld do not dwell
Finally Venus in Libra fell
And so we say, may it be so
The mendicant reached kingly might
In wealth attained unimagined height
Partaking of courtly delight
And so we say, may it be so
Consider the wind in the air
Sweet lips’ bewitching flair
Wailing windpipe will not spare
And so we say, may it be so
The Pharaoh with much hardship
Misfortunes his life grip
Of suffering, Moses strip
And so we say, may it be so
Evil looking and ugly wolf
Drowned in ignorance’s deep gulf
By Joseph’s goodness now dwarf
And so we say, may it be so
O Shams-e Tabrizi, you
Compassionately blend and renew
East and west through and through
And so we say, may it be so
From submission to Satan’s will
Your prophetic soul emerged through this mill
Satan himself, God’s will fulfill
And so we say, may it be so
When the moon was shining its light
Both worlds were garden of delight
All souls for home then took flight
And so we say, may it be so
The ignorant and the blind
With insight are now wise and kind
Surpass Jesus, put him behind
And so we say, may it be so
It was all for souls to grow
May it always have been so
Thy splendor brightly aglow
And so we say, may it be so
All thy wrath was thy mercy
Thy poison, sweet clemency
Like dark clouds’ sweet potency
And so we say, may it be so
In his temple, colors remain
Pulling by the horns will not disdain
When this bull’s blood floors stain
And so we say, may it be so
Silence! I am drunk, you know
My hands are tied in this earthly show
My disheveled mind moves to and fro
And so we say, may it be so
Ó Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
July 21, 1998
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درمان غم عشق بگویم که چه باشد
وصل است و بهار است و می بربط و چنگ است
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زنهار مرو هیچ سوی بیشه ی عشاق
چنگال غمش تیزتر از چنگال پلنگ است
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ئه و روژه ی "مه جنون" له زوخاو نوشی ...مه ینه ت فه وتانی، کفنیان پوشی
من بومه واریس له قه وم و خویشی . . . سپاردی به من ئازاری و ئیشی
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02-07-2010
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کاربر فعال
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تاریخ عضویت: Nov 2008
محل سکونت: پاوه
نوشته ها: 1,479
سپاسها: : 20
120 سپاس در 80 نوشته ایشان در یکماه اخیر
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In such revealing nights I swoon
Others crescent is my full moon
The night when beloved is in our midst
A night as revealing as a hundred high noon.
Around us impotent causality fails
For I long for the day that First Cause unveils
A mendicant poverty won’t shun
Others’ hardships he proudly entrails.
God forbid such emblems under my gown
In every town I wear such crown
The pearl that outgrows both worlds
Within the sea of my heart shall drown.
In this world attained our resurrection grade
Till thoughts of the other & Judgement Day fade
Settle for God’s never ending grace
Grace of all others try to evade.
All the world like Shams-e Tabriz
Is under the parasol shade.
Ó Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
September 11, 1998
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درمان غم عشق بگویم که چه باشد
وصل است و بهار است و می بربط و چنگ است
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زنهار مرو هیچ سوی بیشه ی عشاق
چنگال غمش تیزتر از چنگال پلنگ است
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ئه و روژه ی "مه جنون" له زوخاو نوشی ...مه ینه ت فه وتانی، کفنیان پوشی
من بومه واریس له قه وم و خویشی . . . سپاردی به من ئازاری و ئیشی
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02-07-2010
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کاربر فعال
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تاریخ عضویت: Nov 2008
محل سکونت: پاوه
نوشته ها: 1,479
سپاسها: : 20
120 سپاس در 80 نوشته ایشان در یکماه اخیر
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I need a lover and a friend
All friendships you transcend
And impotent I remain
You are Noah and the Ark
You are the light and the dark
Behind the veil I remain
You are passion and are rage
You are the bird and the cage
Lost in flight I remain
You are the wine and the cup
You are the ocean and the drop
While afloat I remain
I said, "O Soul of the world
My desperation has taken hold!"
"I am thy essence," without scold,
"Value me much more than gold."
You are the bait and the trap
You are the path and the map
While in search I remain
You are poison and the sweet
You are defeated and defeat
Sword in hand I remain
You are the wood and the saw
You are cooked, and are raw
While in a pot I remain
You are sunshine and the fog
You are water and the jug
While thirsty I remain
Sweet fragrance of Shams is
The joy and pride of Tabriz
Perfume trader I remain.
Ó Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
March 27, 1998
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درمان غم عشق بگویم که چه باشد
وصل است و بهار است و می بربط و چنگ است
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زنهار مرو هیچ سوی بیشه ی عشاق
چنگال غمش تیزتر از چنگال پلنگ است
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ئه و روژه ی "مه جنون" له زوخاو نوشی ...مه ینه ت فه وتانی، کفنیان پوشی
من بومه واریس له قه وم و خویشی . . . سپاردی به من ئازاری و ئیشی
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02-07-2010
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کاربر فعال
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تاریخ عضویت: Nov 2008
محل سکونت: پاوه
نوشته ها: 1,479
سپاسها: : 20
120 سپاس در 80 نوشته ایشان در یکماه اخیر
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My desert is without end,
My soul, my heart must rend.
The world here out-pictured,
In which picture I descend?
If on the path you see a head
Rolling itself around the bend
Ask our secret from that head
On its answers you can depend.
What turned you to a flying bird
Solomon’s confidant and friend?
How did you turn to a seeing eye
To the trees in our garden attend?
How did you become the tidal wave
And pearls and jewels to the shores send?
Not the seven skies below the heavens,
Our abode, even heavens transcend
Instead of the heavens and the world
In the pastures of Divine Union we blend.
How can I utter a sigh, for with each breath
More perturbed, more agitated, my trend.
How did this ear appear
Which heard our feathered friend
How birds of prey and game play
And in the fresh mountain air ascend.
The height of the seventh sky
Saturn will gladly defend.
What can I say, what do I know
Limits of this story I won’t pretend.
Let go of this story and ask not
My broken hands, I cannot mend
You shall be worthy of the Divine
If this is what our Beloved intend.
Ó Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
August 3, 1998
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درمان غم عشق بگویم که چه باشد
وصل است و بهار است و می بربط و چنگ است
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زنهار مرو هیچ سوی بیشه ی عشاق
چنگال غمش تیزتر از چنگال پلنگ است
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ئه و روژه ی "مه جنون" له زوخاو نوشی ...مه ینه ت فه وتانی، کفنیان پوشی
من بومه واریس له قه وم و خویشی . . . سپاردی به من ئازاری و ئیشی
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02-07-2010
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کاربر فعال
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تاریخ عضویت: Nov 2008
محل سکونت: پاوه
نوشته ها: 1,479
سپاسها: : 20
120 سپاس در 80 نوشته ایشان در یکماه اخیر
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I went on a journey without me
There I found joy without me
The moon that hid, could not see
Cheek to cheek with me, without me
For beloved set my soul free
I was reborn without me
Without spirit drunk are we
Always happy without me
Erase me from memory
I remember, without me
Without me with joy I plea
May I always be without me
Closed all doors, I could not flee
Then I entered without me
His heart enchained, on his knee
I too am chained without me.
By Shams’ cup, drunken me
His cup never stay without me.
Ó Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
April 13, 1998
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درمان غم عشق بگویم که چه باشد
وصل است و بهار است و می بربط و چنگ است
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زنهار مرو هیچ سوی بیشه ی عشاق
چنگال غمش تیزتر از چنگال پلنگ است
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ئه و روژه ی "مه جنون" له زوخاو نوشی ...مه ینه ت فه وتانی، کفنیان پوشی
من بومه واریس له قه وم و خویشی . . . سپاردی به من ئازاری و ئیشی
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02-07-2010
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کاربر فعال
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تاریخ عضویت: Nov 2008
محل سکونت: پاوه
نوشته ها: 1,479
سپاسها: : 20
120 سپاس در 80 نوشته ایشان در یکماه اخیر
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Hail Love, hail Love, because Love is divine
It is tender, it is beautiful and benign
What passion, what passion, we are burning like the sun
It is hidden and obscure, it is an obvious sign.
We’ve fallen, we’ve fallen, it is hard to rise up
We know not, we know not, this complex chaotic design.
Hail the moon, hail the moon, it is curved like a cup
To the features and the world, it gave shape, shade and line
Dismounted, dismounted, his horse the King of Kings
Hail the dust, hail the dust, that his trail would define.
What picture, what picture, is drawn on the canvass of heart
How strange, how strange, with the heavens must align.
Be the silent jug, be the silent jug, that contains the secret
From the left, from the right, everyone is seeking that wine.
This brook has such a song, that turns our fortune’s wheel
Not of fate, not of song, neither of this clay of mine
Neither trap, nor of chain, then why do we feel encaged?
What shackle and what rope is so strong yet so fine?
Ó Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
April 13, 1998
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درمان غم عشق بگویم که چه باشد
وصل است و بهار است و می بربط و چنگ است
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زنهار مرو هیچ سوی بیشه ی عشاق
چنگال غمش تیزتر از چنگال پلنگ است
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ئه و روژه ی "مه جنون" له زوخاو نوشی ...مه ینه ت فه وتانی، کفنیان پوشی
من بومه واریس له قه وم و خویشی . . . سپاردی به من ئازاری و ئیشی
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02-07-2010
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کاربر فعال
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تاریخ عضویت: Nov 2008
محل سکونت: پاوه
نوشته ها: 1,479
سپاسها: : 20
120 سپاس در 80 نوشته ایشان در یکماه اخیر
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The burning orb of the East
Is our honored guest tonight
And the bright moon in this feast
With us will rest tonight.
Alert, vicious, stressed
Heavens dissolve and arrest
The fields of final rest
Our final test tonight.
Clap your hands in surprise
Excited, with us rise
Dance in our enterprise
While at our best tonight.
O sweet singer of love
Tell us the secrets of love
Ecstatic music from above
Is our quest tonight.
Like a lion brave the way
Not like a fox run away,
Wheel of Fortune as we pray
Our lives has blest tonight.
Like new grapes be not sour
Be sweet like nectar and flower
In sugar and candy this hour
We will invest tonight.
The shining jewel that we sought
For which the whole world we fought
Is in our own nest tonight
In our treasure chest tonight.
If you ask Shams-e Tabriz
The reasons that are all his
Union in his breast tonight
At His behest tonight.
Ó Shahriar Shahriari
Los Angeles, CA
July 24, 1999
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درمان غم عشق بگویم که چه باشد
وصل است و بهار است و می بربط و چنگ است
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زنهار مرو هیچ سوی بیشه ی عشاق
چنگال غمش تیزتر از چنگال پلنگ است
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ئه و روژه ی "مه جنون" له زوخاو نوشی ...مه ینه ت فه وتانی، کفنیان پوشی
من بومه واریس له قه وم و خویشی . . . سپاردی به من ئازاری و ئیشی
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02-07-2010
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کاربر فعال
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تاریخ عضویت: Nov 2008
محل سکونت: پاوه
نوشته ها: 1,479
سپاسها: : 20
120 سپاس در 80 نوشته ایشان در یکماه اخیر
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When we enter the excitement of the night
We’ll amass gifts from the ocean of the night
The night veils the unseen witness from sight
We cannot compare the day to the night.
Sleep will not want, from sleep will take flight
He who has never seen the picturesque night.
Many a pure soul and heart that is bright
Employed in service to the demands of the night.
Night is an empty pot, black, contrite,
If never tasted delicacies of the night.
This journey is long, God speed our plight
As we traverse the length and width of the night.
From worldly affairs my hands are tied tight
Till twilight I am in the hands of the night.
Commerce and trade are the work of daylight
Of different taste are the trades of the night.
Pride of Tabriz, you have reached solar height
Sun jealous of you, while begs for you the night.
Ó Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
August 3, 1998
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درمان غم عشق بگویم که چه باشد
وصل است و بهار است و می بربط و چنگ است
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زنهار مرو هیچ سوی بیشه ی عشاق
چنگال غمش تیزتر از چنگال پلنگ است
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ئه و روژه ی "مه جنون" له زوخاو نوشی ...مه ینه ت فه وتانی، کفنیان پوشی
من بومه واریس له قه وم و خویشی . . . سپاردی به من ئازاری و ئیشی
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02-07-2010
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کاربر فعال
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تاریخ عضویت: Nov 2008
محل سکونت: پاوه
نوشته ها: 1,479
سپاسها: : 20
120 سپاس در 80 نوشته ایشان در یکماه اخیر
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This day, at the tavern, with the drunk we sit
This day, we let go of piety, prayer and holy writ
This day, what can I say, what a feast and wine is it
This day, the cup-bearer is kind and full of wit
This day, no sign of our passage, not even one whit
This day, with the beloved I am a hit
This day, the cup-bearer does not fret a bit
This day, jugs and flowing wine and joy are closely knit
This day, from joy, night and morn cannot split
This day, own senses, hour and time cannot fit
This day, afire, passionately we are lit
This day, this joyous feast, joy shall never quit
This day, torn from ourselves, worship of wine we admit
This day, all we ask for, be in beloved’s unit
True Light of Tabriz showed his foes the way out of the pit
This day, by divine wine, not by superstitious grit.
Ó Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
April 13, 1998
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درمان غم عشق بگویم که چه باشد
وصل است و بهار است و می بربط و چنگ است
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زنهار مرو هیچ سوی بیشه ی عشاق
چنگال غمش تیزتر از چنگال پلنگ است
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ئه و روژه ی "مه جنون" له زوخاو نوشی ...مه ینه ت فه وتانی، کفنیان پوشی
من بومه واریس له قه وم و خویشی . . . سپاردی به من ئازاری و ئیشی
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