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often wonder what it looks like.

 

How tall are the trees?

 

Are there any mountains,

 

How strong is the breeze?

 

...

I long to visit Iran,

 

Paint a picture in my mind.

 

So all of my questions

 

Will then be left behind.

 

My Mom told me about the smells,

 

The games she used to play.

 

It is different now,

 

Her stories from another day.

 

Iran has been home

 

To our family and friends.

 

The love we all share,

 

Will never come to an end.

 

I know that somewhere,

 

Underneath the sadness and tears,

 

It is not the Iran,

 

That everyone has come to fear.

 

...

 

The Iran we once knew,

 

Has not faded away.

 

She is inside our hearts,

 

And that is where she will stay!

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often wonder what it looks like.

 

How tall are the trees?

 

Are there any mountains,

 

How strong is the breeze?

 

...

I long to visit Iran,

 

Paint a picture in my mind.

 

So all of my questions

 

Will then be left behind.

 

My Mom told me about the smells,

 

The games she used to play.

 

It is different now,

 

Her stories from another day.

 

Iran has been home

 

To our family and friends.

 

The love we all share,

 

Will never come to an end.

 

I know that somewhere,

 

Underneath the sadness and tears,

 

It is not the Iran,

 

That everyone has come to fear.

 

...

 

The Iran we once knew,

 

Has not faded away.

 

She is inside our hearts,

 

And that is where she will stay!

 

 

:c :c :c :c :c

 

That was beautiful Siamak joon! :air_kiss_wft:

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mamnoun :) .

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i LOVE this poem but i dont know the rest of it and i dont even know who's work it is

does anyone know anything about it?

 

 

Goftam ghame to daaram Goftaa ghamat sar aaiad

Goftam ke maahe man sho Goftaa agar bar aaiad

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i LOVE this poem but i dont know the rest of it and i dont even know who's work it is

does anyone know anything about it?

 

 

Goftam ghame to daaram Goftaa ghamat sar aaiad

Goftam ke maahe man sho Goftaa agar bar aaiad

 

 

A singer Name Rafiee ?! I believe sings this song. I'll put up the link for the song I found which has these lyrics in it,you so you can listen to it. on min 5:30 is where your lyrics come up. but I'm not sure it thats the entire poem or not. Either way I hope it helps you out.

 

***edited out***

Edited by pourya

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I hear the green paces of the rain

Here they are coming

A thirsty few who have come

 

With their dusty outfits on

With their breaths soiled with the

 

Deception of mirages

Paces, dry and dusty

 

They arrive here now

Girls, grown up with hurting soul

 

And wounded bodies

Happiness has escaped their faces

 

Hearts, old and cracked

The word of a smile never written

 

In the book of their lips

Not even a drop of tear can come out

 

The dried rivers of their eyes.

Oh dear God!

 

I do not know if their soundless cries

 

Reach the clouds, The skies

I hear the green paces of the rain.

 

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i stand in this desert of your creation

nothing but solitude

the earth

the air

the sun

and you

 

around me the secrets of life

of time

of creation

telling stories i cannot hear

 

their words reaching across centuries

coming from somewhere

beyond the understanding of my heart

 

i stand in this desert of your creation

and the beauty of its emptiness

reminds me

of my value

of my insignificance

 

a recognition that comforts

my human heart

teaching me to reach for love

for essence

for laughter

and even for pain--

letting tangibles slip through the fingers of my life

letting my soul soar without fear

 

after all i stand in this dry, desolate place

and its beauty reminds me

that this is where i came from

and where i shall go home to

when finally you call my name.

 

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Maryam Tajik died last friday ! :(

 

از کجا آمده بودی

اين چنين آرام آرام

از کنار آخرين پنجره که از آن می گذشتم

خسته خسته راه رفته بودم

تنهايی ام در امتداد دستهايت بزرگتر خواهد شد

من اينجا

تا تلاقی تمام خطوط موازی

تا پر شدن صدای قلبم

به انتظارت خواهم ايستاد

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Maryam Tajik died last friday ! :(

 

از کجا آمده بودی

اين چنين آرام آرام

از کنار آخرين پنجره که از آن می گذشتم

خسته خسته راه رفته بودم

تنهايی ام در امتداد دستهايت بزرگتر خواهد شد

من اينجا

تا تلاقی تمام خطوط موازی

تا پر شدن صدای قلبم

به انتظارت خواهم ايستاد

 

 

che gashanghe in shere!

khoda rahmatesh kone maryam khanoom ro!

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Taghdim beh hameyeh adamhayeh Bi vafa !

 

 

بی وفا هیچ یاد ما نکند

درد ما داند و دوا نکند

هیچ کس را چو ما خدا دیگر

به چنین عشق مبتلا نکند

نو در آمد غمی،که دامن جان

همچو درد کهن رها نکند

هیچ بیگا نه را خدا چون من

به چنین دردی آشنا نکند

مثل چوب خدا بود غم ما

که زند ضربت و صدا نکند

من به جان خواهم این غم و گویم

که خداش از دلم جدا نکند

بعد ازین پند و وعظ در دل من

جایی از بهر خویش وا نکند

بگذر ای ناصح از نصیحت ما

این سخن ها علاج ما نکند

بگذر از من ترا به پیغمبر

من از او بگذرم؟؟؟!!خدا نکند

گفت (امید) و بازهم گوید

با وفا ترک بی وفا نکند

 

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عاشقي چيست؟ مبتلا بودن

با غم و محنت آشنا بودن

سپر خنجر بلاگشتن

هدف ناوك قضا بودن

بند معشوق چون ببستت پاي

از همه بندها جدا بودن

زيربار بلاي او همه عمر

چون سرزلف او دوتا بودن

آفتاب رخش چو رخ بنمود

پيش او ذره هوا بودن

به همه محنتي رضا دادن

وز همه دولتي جدا بودن

گر لگدكوب صدجفا باشي

هم چنان بر سروفا بودن

عشق اگر استخوانت آس كند

سنگ زيرين آسيا بودن

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Taghdim beh hameyeh baro bacheh hayeh ghadimeh Tehroun :) .

 

نامهربونی، نمی دونم می دونی

که عشقت ما رو کشته

تیر نگاهت

دو تا چشم سیاهت

مث آلو درشته

رحمی نداری، بر رنج و دردم

آخر مگه من، با تو چه کردم

انقد چرا لج می کنی

هی چشماتو کج می کنی

ترک منو کردی چرا

رفتی تو از پیشم چرا

ای لامروت! نکن مارو اذیت

هیچ طاقت ندارم

پیش رقیبون، سیه کردی عزیز جون،تو روز و روزگارم

از اول یار من بودی و این آخر ولم کردی

نمی دونی از این کارت چه خامی بر دلم کردی

به من نارو زدی باشه، ولی باز از تو ممنونم

من دیوونه رو هشیار کردی، عاقلم کردی

و دوباره با ریتم دیمبل و دیمبول

موندم تو دنیا، عزیز تنهای تنها

خوراکم آب و درده

از غصه و غم مامان جون! رنگ و رویم

مثه زردچوبه زرده

یادم نمی ره اون شب تو کافه

کردی با عشوه ما رو کلافه

هی با فتی لاس می زدی

چشمک به عباس می زدی

حرفایی از عشق و وفا

هر چی دلت خواس می زدی

ای لامروت! نکن ما رو اذیت

دیگه طاقت ندارم

پیش رقیبون سیه کردی عزیز جون! تو روز و روزگارم

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who sings this?!

 

3 persons in diffrent years !

 

Morteza Ahmadi

 

GHasem Jebbeli

 

Abbas Ghaderi

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i like where my mind goes

when i close my eyes

imagination

giving me wings to fly

 

last night

in his castle

beyond all mountains

i dined with Death

drinking wine from crystal goblets

 

sitting at the head of his table

he looked regal

serene and patient

 

i was shocked by his beauty

intimidated by his command

frightened and fascinated--

his gaze mesmerized me

i could not look away

i would not

 

i could feel the tips of his fingers

flat on the surface of the table

only millimeters from my own

 

his eyes watching

i could feel the pulse quicken on my neck

the air hitting my eyelashes turning cold

his gaze landing in the center of my being--

raw and unassuming

 

being only a gesture away from his grip

made everything solidify

each moment more valuable

more tender

more fleeing

 

he was silent with his words

moving time forward with his senses

my soul recognized him

we had met before

 

i know you've been watching me--

is this the end?

 

he smiled and lightly shook his head

 

what if i told you my business is only

that of beginnings--just beginnings!

 

and i smiled

 

i like where my mind goes

when i close my eyes

 

last night

in his castle beyond all mountains

i dined with Death

drinking wine from crystal goblets

 

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Flowing through time with our eyes wide open and looking around at things to see,

Talking to people who may be happy or sad and thinking of what it is to be,

Knowing that we know nothing and knowing that nothing is good to know,

For within an empty mind, free of clutter, something good will grow.

 

We flow on through this puzzling stream of time hitting rocks along the way,

Sometimes stopping to think of things to say,

That don't mean much at all really,

But they do let the mind breath more clearly,

 

For it can often get clogged with muck from the stream,

Which slows it down and makes it dream,

Of things like power and material gain,

Of domination and selfish rain,

 

Which then pours down and floods the plains,

And pollutes the clear flow of our thoughts,

With infectious want for better things,

But with eyes wide shut to what that brings,

 

To our fellow man out of sight,

Who struggles to live and lives to fight,

Who can't even feed his family, as he is unable to compete with western production,

Which has brought him nothing but death and third world destruction.

 

And this they say is all ok,

Its right and just to behave this way,

For we fly the flag of democracy,

yet we court and praise blood thirsty dictators - I'm sick of this

Funking hypocrisy.

 

And its all around us all the time, and its hard to stay apart,

For it infects our souls and makes us dumb and chucks us on the cart,

And sends us down the tracks of time with blinkered views of life,

That tell us to shut up and stop thinking, its better to get a wife.

 

And settle down and have some kids and tell them it's a wonderful place,

This world of ours, which it is, just shame about the race.

And pay your taxes, and your fines too, and keep that mind cluttered,

For then you will easily forget what your prophets once muttered

 

In this time of new-age hype and amorality,

Of glossy magazines and degrading formality,

Of multi-national collectives eating all the cake,

And children brought up learning to hate.

 

So that they may one day take over this mantle of despair,

That has already been ripped open and laid bare,

For us to see and hate.

But this I pray is not their fate,

 

For times can change and minds are strong,

And people generally know what's wrong,

So stand up against the line and take a deep breath and chuck all that

clutter from your mind,

Don't be dead to this world, for its tired of our fuss and its peace we

want to find.

 

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Taghdim beh unaei keh beh nahvi deleshoun shekasteh ya ghadim va ya jadidan !

 

 

به نام یگانه همه پرستوهای بی آشیانه

 

برای همه آنهای که بی آشینانه اند.

 

تقديم به چشم هاي که در راه ماندند و دلهایی که آنها را را نديدند. تقديم به اشک هايی که غرورشان شکست و عهد هایی که کسی آنها را نبست.

 

زندگی شیبیست، عشق سیبیست و وای بر حال آن که در عشق پايبند نظم و ترتیبیست؛ و اما تو قرار نبود، آن وقت های تو جایشان را با اين وقت های من عوض کنند. قرار نبود عشق هم مثل گیلاس، بوسه، عیدی و تعطيلات تابستان اولش قشنگ باشد.

 

قرار نبود کسی سختش باشد بگويد دوستت دارم. قرار نبود کسی به هوای نشکستن دل ديگری بمانند. قرار بود هر کس به هوای نشکستن دل خودش بمانند.

 

قرار نبود هر چه قرار نيست، باشد . قرار تنها بر بی قراری بود و بس . گمان نمی کنم گناه من سنگين تر از نگاه تو باشد، اما يقين دارم که کودک دلت کمتر از پيش بهانه لالاییهای های شعرگونه ام را می گيرد، مهم نيست فقط يک چيز ياد همه بماند. اگر اتفاقی که نبايد بيافتاد افتاد، تنها برايت می نويسم: خودت خواستی، تقصير من نبود.

 

زير سایه بان امن ترين سایه بان هستی، دلواپس دلواپسیهای يکديگر باشيم. اينها نتيجه تقدير من نبود، آغاز با تو بود، تقصير من نبود.

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ديگربس است پونه ازسفربيا

بغض تمام پنجره هادرغمت شكست

چشمم به حرمت غم تو تاسحرگريست

درساحل عبورتاصبحدم نشست

دركوچه هاي حادثه تنهاشدن بس است

ديگربراي عاطفه هم طاقتي نماند

رفتي وان قناري زيباومهربان

يك نغمه هم براي دل عاشقان نخواند

باديدن طلوع دوروح هميشه سبز

قلبم براي تازه شدن تنگ مي شود

تورفته اي ونقره مهتاب ارزو

ازغصه غروب توكمرنگ مي شود

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"گیرم بازم بیایی و از عاشقی بخونی

گیرم تا دنیا دنیاست بخوای پیشم بمونی!

روز غمم نبودی......خوشیت با دیگرون بود

منو به کی فروختی؟!!!!...اون از ما بهترون بود

میای بیا ولی حیف......حیف دیگه خیلی دیره

حالا که خاطراتت یکی یکی می میره

کی گفته بود که تنهام وقتی تو رو ندارم

بازم میگم بدونی!...." منم خدایی دارم!

برگشتی اما انگار تو باختی توی بازی

غرورتم شکسته اند...به چیت داری می نازی؟

گیرم که باز بیایی

 

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نام شعر : و شكستم ، و دويدم ، و فتادم

 

درها به طنين هاي تو وا كردم.

هر تكه نگاهم را جايي افكندم، پر كردم هستي ز نگاه .

بر لب مردابي ، پاره لبخند تو بر روي لجن ديدم، رفتم به نماز.

در بن خاري ، ياد تو پنهان بود، برچيدم، پاشيدم به جهان.

بر سيم درختان زدم آهنگ ز خود روييدن، و به خود گستردن.

و شياريدم شب يكدست نيايش، افشاندم دانه راز.

و شكستم آويز فريب.

و دويدم تا هيچ . و دويدم تا چهره مرگ ، تا هسته هوش.

و فتادم بر صخره درد. از شبنم ديدار تو تر شد انگشتم، لرزيدم.

وزشي مي رفت از دامنه اي ، گامي همره او رفتم.

ته تاريكي ، تكه خورشيدي ديدم، خوردم، و ز خود رفتم، و رها بودم.

 

Sohrab Sepehri :worshippy:

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بر "ايرانيان" اشک مريز

هنگامي که انديشناک شان مي يابي.

بر "ايرانيت" اشک مريز

هنگامي که به زانو در مي آيد

کارد در استخوان و بند بر گردن.

 

بر "ايرانيت" اشک مريز،

نگاه کن: اينک، اوست که خيز بر مي دارد!

نگاه کن: اوست که ديگر باره خيز بر مي دارد!

شهامتش را باز مي يابد

مي غريود

و درنده ي وحشي را

به نيزه ي آتشين

فرو مي کوبد.

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Let my pain separate me,

 

Identify me,

 

Deepen me,

 

Distinguish me,

 

Among the respectable crowd.

 

...

 

Let my anguish guide me,

 

On this path,

 

That cries out for freedom,

 

And love.

 

...

 

I connect with the moon and the,

 

Stars when I am suffering.

 

I lift the lonely and the outcast,

 

When my heart is laden with longings.

 

...

 

I'll become full of light,

 

When my mind is darkened with grief,

 

Music still accompanies me,

 

When I've lost all my melodies.

 

...

 

I'm touched with nothing,

 

And protected by everything.

 

I remember the rain, snow and mist.

 

I am also part of metal and steel.

 

...

 

I make peace with the world.

 

And start a war with myself.

 

I make peace with myself,

 

And start a war with my neighbour.

 

...

 

I am full of unpredictability,

 

Loyalty,

 

Passion,

 

And murder.

 

...

 

Be warned I am a harmless soul

 

Full of danger...

 

My innocuous morning gaze,

 

Can kill in the evening,

 

Or heal at midday.

 

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