The sky is as immense as the sight your eyes see
And thousand of stars by descending of your eyelids martyred be
Go over the tomb of your heart, for
By each star my heart will find thee
Original poem in Persian by: Seyyed Mohammad Javad Hashemi
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Gambled I on thine honesty
I thee lost
Thursday, April 6, 2006
The man who was shy, under the blue sky, was about to die
The girl, like a pearl, looked at him as an earl
He was dry, he did try and cry
There was no bar and she was too far
He said: Oh dear ! Come here, why not get near
She said: The condition’s too harsh
And near you is a marsh
I wanna pass it
Would you for me grass it
The man wept and crept and crept
He was on the wet
As if pays a debt
The girl passed the way
The man passed away
The dove of the love was singing
The love filled the man
The love milled the man
The love killed the man
So green, so grey
I preen, then pray
Blood does flood my eyes
My pray goes astray
The money was paid
I had bought the shirt of life
It’s got sleeves of love, the seller said
I got home
I opened it
It was a T-shirt
The money was paid
I had bought the shirt of life
It’s got sleeves of love, the seller said
I got home
I opened it
It was a T-shirt
The money was paid
Time travels too fast
Alone I am in a school of wish
Rusted is the chain of life
Amorously death gazes at me
Number one is my mark in sigh
Erosion swallows my tender dream
Hope ! A green light glimmers
Please my candle
This fire’s validity is in your eyelashes
Descend not your eyelids
Unless I’ll be ashes
This fire’s validity is in your eyelashes
Descend not your eyelids
Unless I’ll be ashes
I stared at him
His gaze responded
I winced
He frowned back
His coldness showed his sorrow
His oldness, His morrow
I smiled
He denied
Again I tried
Again he defied
I gave him a fist poke
The mirror broke
