Thursday, April 13, 2006

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

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Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Gambled I on thine honesty

I thee lost

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Thursday, April 06, 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
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So green, so grey
I preen, then pray
Blood does flood my eyes
My pray goes astray

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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
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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

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Please my candle
    This fire's validity is in your eyelashes
    Descend not your eyelids
    Unless I'll be ashes
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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

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