hi friends...
i wanna put here the poem i love best....
i think thats the most romantic poem ive ever seen...
i wish u like it too....
بی تو مهتاب شبی باز از آن کوچه گذشتم
همه تن چشم شد م خیره بد نبال تو گشتم
شوق دیدار تو لبریز شد ازجام وجود م
شدم آن عاشق دیوانه که بودم
در نهانخانه جانم گل یاد تو درخشید
باغ صد خاطره خندید
عطر صد خاطره پیچید
یادم آمد که شبی باهم از آن کوچه گذشتیم
پر گشودیم و در آن خلوت دلخواسته گشتیم
ساعتی بر لب آن جوی نشستیم
تو همه راز جهان ریخته در چشم سیاهت
من همه محو تماشای نگاهت
آسمان صاف و شب ارام
بخت خندان و زمان رام
خوشه ماه فرو ریخته دراب
شاخه ها دست بر اورده به مهتاب
شب و صحرا و گل و سنگ
همه دل داده به آوای شب آهنگ
یادم آمد تو بمن گفتی” از این عشق حذر کن
لحظه ای چند بر این آب نظر کن
آب آیینه عشق گذران است
توکه امروز نگاهت به نگاهی نگران است
باش فردا که دلت با دگران است
تا فراموش کنی چندی از این شهر سفر کن”
با توگفتم
“حذر از عشق؟
حذر از عشق ندانم
سفر از کوی تو هرگز نتوانم
روز اول که دل من به تمنای تو پر زد
چون کبوتر سر بام تو نشستم
تو بمن سنگ زدی من نه پریدم نه گسستم
باز گفتم که تو صیادی و من آهوی دشتم
تا بدام تو بیفتم همه جا گشتم و گشتم
نه بریدم نه گسستم”
اشکی از شاخه فروریخت
مرغ شب ناله تلخی زدو بگریخت
اشک درچشم تو غلطید
ماه بر عشق تو خندید
یادم آید که دگر از تو جوابی نشنیدم
پای در دامن اندوه کشیدم
رفت در ظلمت شب آن شبوشب های دگر هم
نگرفتی دگر از عاشق افسرده خبر هم
نکنی دیگر از آن کوچه گذر هم
بی تو اما به چه حالی من از آن کوچه گذشتم !!
THE LANE
BY: Freydoon Moshiri
Without you in a moonlit night again
I passed through that lane
My entire being turned into eyes
For seeking you in that paradise
The anticipated joy for seeing you
Refilled the over filled cup of my being anew
Like the foolish lover that I was before
I became the very same once more
Within my soul and in full spree
Bloomed in joy the flower of memory
A hundred gardens of memory smiled in glee
The scent of a hundred memories encircled me
I remembered one night in there together
We flew in that seclusion fair
We squatted an hour by that brook there
Your eyes had housed all the secrets of the world
I gazed at you spellbound your beauty to behold
The sky was clear and the night calm
The fortune at ease and the tamed was time
The moon in a bunch in water it bathed
The trees branches the heaven praised
The night the moon the flower and the rock
Danced in the nightly tunes around the clock
I remembered you addressed me and you were saying
Avoid this love matter and its playing
Behold this water for a moment as it flows
And look at its passage as it goes
The water mirrors the image of a love that flies
Now that you are anxious for a look love wise
Soon your heart will find another love in great
surprise- For forgetting this love in its grip
I advise you to go for a trip
I told you: “Forgetting love
Will it forbid the Heaven above
To take a trip I never will
The very first time I fell in love’s thrill
Bird like I perched at your window seal
Though you stoned me I sat there still
I flew not away and without peril
Then I told you that I as a game
I am the very deer tame
To be captured by you in this claim
I have circled you all over my sweet dame
And I lingered there ever the same
A tear from a tree branch was shed
The night bird uttered a bitter cry then fled
A tear drop lingered in your eyes
The moon laughed at your love in surprise
Then no answer was given to me and then
The sorrow overshadowed my heart again
I did not severe that strain
Into the darkness that night and others they flew
In none of them they did not see you
You asked naught about your love one true
You cannot imagine how I felt in going through
Comments
hey rysperski....
dont worry....
i got ur meaning ....
maybe i should worry.... :)
Oi Raha,
Lol, for sure I know next to nothing about the Farsi language, but what makes me wonder is where have I said that the poem you posted is not a poem... I am starting to worry about my English now........
hi rysperski
really do u think its not poetry?or u think its lovely????
maybe thats just ur idea...
but if u could read it in persian u could judge better....
Oi Raha,
Thanks a lot for that lovely poem. I enjoyed it a lot, even read it a couple of times to fully sovour its mastery in juggling words and notions. This poem just shows that tossing in fancy words and making a word-salad is not yet poetry...ohhhhhhhhhh, noooooooooo, for suuuuuuureeee it isssss nooooooooooot !
siiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
thats ur idea........................................
if u really experience love maybe u get it toooooooo
maybe fereydun moshiry has experienced that................
and its his ideas........
Rahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa come on ..
poet is telling : means full of sadnessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!بی تو مهتاب شبی باز از آن کو چه گذشتم
hey AHMAD ALI SHAH...
im glad u liked it...
and i read it several times too....
i tried to memorize it....
i wish u will too...
be happy...;)
and hi third sima:)
i mean im answering the third comment of u...
i didnt thank .....so i didnt get u too....
any way...be happy.... :DDDDD
hi second sima!!!! ;)
i really love it and i dont think its sooooooo saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad
its really beautiful in my idea....
the poet is (fereydon moshiri )
thanks of me for what ?:DDDDDDD
Sorry I did not get you :)