#gazel
The reason why the luminous moon glows,
Is because of kisses who the sun blows.
An ecstatic joy is like a sweet breeze:
Suddenly it comes and suddenly goes.
When you have nothing to tell a stranger,
Mention stars; of their beauty each eye knows.
O ignorant one! You do much good deeds,
A cure on sad hearts your sweet smile bestows.
While the enemy shoots at his brothers,
Poor Mâhî seems to adore their arrows.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 3:18 PM UTC
I loved your cypress-eye from the old days,
And the glance who was shy from the old days.
Eyes of emerald were scratched by the world,
And I can't see its cry from the old days.
Your lips and voice remained the same delights,
Yet lack the smile and sigh from the old days.
The blush became white, the giggle a nod,
I don't get that reply from the old days.
The game of love has no rules anymore,
No coin, no card nor die from the old days.
Each thing from the past becomes desirous,
Both the truth and the lie from the old days.
Mâhî, lets get all our old friends back here,
Our own style lets apply from the old days.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
Caress and then betray is not my way of love,
To let them wait and stay is not my way of love.
Although sometimes it's true, always seeing this bonding
As just a fleeting play is not my way of love.
Secrets of me and her stay a secret forever,
Putting that on display is not my way of love.
Lies and vile corruption accompanied by lust,
Leading her to that way is not my way of love.
My truth will stay I learned, even if she's beautiful,
With her to go astray is not my way of love.
I am no butterfly, although my life is one,
To love for just a day is not my way of love.
I have no love right now, only a broken heart,
But to wait and decay is not my way of love.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC
No one has or will have a Light like his,
He, who was sent as a Mercy and bliss.
One man, yet much uncountable blessings,
Clueless how to repay for all of this.
I do envy those who have seen his face,
To times I have not seen I do reminisce.
We still have yet not seen his bright being.
Until that Day, it is the rose we miss.
Mâhî lacks rhymes to continue this praise,
That Day will show how luminous he is.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 1:49 PM UTC
I can't even find traces of your feet,
The dust has covered all places, every street.
All the bright tales who are concealed by veils,
Are filled with cries and smiles; bitter and sweet.
When the moonbeams are bestrewn at night,
Waves lying towards shores flit, float and fleet.
As long as the Cup of Youth is sipped from,
Smiles shine like the moon and stars who retreat.
Gain, gain and gain, but it still feels empty,
For some reason, the soul feels not complete.
That Gihon is dream-drunk and world-sober,
From sleep to awake like the Phoenix's heat.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
That harem doors veil jewels I'm aware tonight,
But still I'll decide not to visit there tonight.
The nightingale lost his way in the rose garden,
A red mist descended upon the blue air tonight.
I don't approach it neither do I forget it,
Like a lonely widow's ring of despair, tonight.
Desire would go like cinnamon mist at dawn,
To take a sip from it I will not care tonight.
A candle's flame can be turned off by sorrow's breeze,
Yet that breeze gives incense a source to flare tonight.
Two glances are to be considered forbidden,
So I'll delay one glance into a stare tonight.
O Gihon, be as lucid in dreams as in verse,
And write a dream and avoid a nightmare tonight!
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
Upon the cheek I see the glow of love,
How then could it present the woe of love?
A scented ringlet flows around the ears,
So my dreamy eyes see the flow of love.
With pearly gleams and some roseate hues,
Your fine gallery is a show of love.
To make me toss and turn with doubting feelings,
To not think about me, that's low of love.
With all its glamour, splendor and its grace,
If you can, make us a photo of love.
The synthy music plays; a world does bloom,
The rapper spits some rhymes; a flow of love.
Mâhî's a poet, he did write 'bout love:
''Happiness, that's what I do know of love.'''
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
This sheen, it is a soothing glow of moonlight,
This night, it is a calming show of moonlight.
I ponder, thinking about the rosewater
Of love, seeing it in the flow of moonlight.
I see silver-wings in the waving waters,
Spread widely, as if it's a crow of moonlight.
I view something in my imagination:
It's smelling like lilies that brow of moonlight.
Is that an ode to moonbeams, that silver shape?
In the sky there's a bowing bow of moonlight.
Let's sway like the trees in the midnight breeze!
Silently in the meadow of moonlight.
The silence penetrates the lonely night,
Mâhî, that it is calm, you know of moonlight.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
I did sight a dreamy face at twilight,
Who showed me a distant grace at twilight.
At the boulevard, blues did fade away,
Roseate is every place at twilight.
The smell of engines, the scents of delights,
Sweet fragrances leave a trace at twilight.
Here and there people roam around lovely,
There are many kinds of ways at twilight.
So many glowing faces and one sun,
Asking, watching is my gaze at twilight.
With a warm and cozy way of glowing,
I see many lovely plays at twilight.
Writing is the bard Mâhî at twilight,
Painting are the rosy rays at twilight.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
The liar did say every kind of thing,
Sugar-coated talks, drunk it made the king.
Between the winter, between the autumn,
I saw the lovely summer and the spring.
Between the mockers, between the rulers,
At that gathering, a sweet voice did sing.
It is no love or lust; it's admiration,
For beauty and air a person does bring.
The bird of summer sings, teaches this place,
And Mâhî's near it; he's under its wing.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
The rosy hues become smoother after years,
And are still blossoming with juvenile airs.
Symphonies of the King of Pop are still played,
To this day on, now it even finely fares.
Spotting that girl in the streets at times of night,
The young fellow, a gift with his hand he shares.
The friends were made with a lot of love and glee,
What are the outcomes of those pretty affairs.
These lines adorned with rhymes are my merchandise,
Presented nicely at gleaming city squares.
He, the singer, tells a tale about a girl;
Mysterious airs and mysterious hairs.
Mâhî, you have narrated this many times,
Everyone knows perhaps your likes and your cares.
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC
Not much have I narrated this story,
Who's about glee and about worry.
I became quiet after seeing her,
This bluesy woe; o soul, this does vary.
We are the nightingales of this garden,
We are the poets, wielding poetry.
This crafted work is veiling prejudice,
I don't see the hands crafting embroidery.
Sometimes a love, sometimes a description,
Mâhî's drawing a gleamy gallery.
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 9:34 AM UTC
İnsanlarda bir adettir tebessüm,
Dar zamanlarda kuvvettir tebessüm.
Yakut dudaklar ile akşam üstü,
Şüpheli yerde rüşvettir tebessüm.
Taze taze bahar zamanlarda ki,
Sevenlere işarettir tebessüm.
Dediler ki hep; bir dilsiz dil vardır,
O dilsiz dilde evettir tebessüm.
Tanıdıklara ve yabancılara,
Ey Mâhî deme: "zahmettir tebessüm".
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC
Lit-cities are with lit-nights decorated,
And lit-nights are with lit-brights decorated.
Monster movies making a rampaging mess,
Full and filled with power and fights decorated.
Pretty memory lane is up my alley,
Nicely with bright neon-lights decorated.
The rosy pictures who're posted online are
With eyes, with glows and delights decorated.
The glittering billows of dusty smoke spreads
The haze, and are with sprites decorated.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
I'm in love again, with joy and woe again,
To where it does go, I do not know again.
The tunes and glitters, of the night and of love,
With bitter-sweetness do come and go again.
It breezes with love so quietly to me,
Towards this lovely wind, I must blow again.
These fancies of love, the admiring eyes,
To me it breezed so unknown and slow again.
O Mâhî, the lady of glitters got you!
This, it looks like a romantic show again.
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC
Sometimes a lively joy or woe in the world,
Sometimes as hidden clue or show in the world.
Pretty embroidery in a film of yore,
Is presented as a lithe glow in the world.
The sprightly rehearsals and laughing did go,
But moving pictures did not go in the world.
The breezes at the dawn are spread around soft,
In the cool morning did they blow in the world.
Mâhî, again a small gazel was written,
Who is softly sharing a glow in the world.
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
Angel Grove shines summery with its bays,
In the winds each and every palm tree sways.
It is time to chill out after winter,
With moves and ways under the brightful rays.
At summery days shining in bright beams,
To the Youth Center there are many ways.
A long time ago or just previously,
The trends and fashions breeze throughout this place.
From colorful shows to glittering fights,
The river of Gihon saw here the plays.
At times of twilight, between day and night,
Is this city like a divided maze?
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 8:36 AM UTC
White gauzy smoke is blown through the lily,
Floating on air,
Fondling leaves and dewdrops who're glittery,
A view so rare.
On a picture elegance is enjoyed,
A Polaroid,
Presented in a silver-gallery,
Who's gloomy ne'er.
With gauzy threads from a silky cocoon,
White as the moon,
Lily-hands craft blooming embroidery,
With flowers there.
Like gossamers this elegance's tender,
Lit and slender,
Shining at the afternoon silvery,
Which does not flare.
O Mâhî, this form is a web of rhymes,
Who slowly chimes,
With threads we're finally stitching poetry,
Crafted with care.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 6:44 AM UTC
Something at twilight's silent time I heard this spring:
Finally the nightingale has returned this spring!
Last spring was a roller-coaster of love and hate,
I hope that that ride will not be concerned this spring.
Lovers melt the cage of the winter with dances,
I ask, who will be loved, who will be burned this spring?
The roses on cheeks and the roses in gardens,
Again slowly to crimoisy they turned this spring.
'O winter come, summer go! Spring come, autumn go!'
Said Gihon; for all kinds of things he yearned, this spring!
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
My ears befriended the jackals of the streets,
And winsome naive angels made of sweets.
The debris of the broken buildings told much,
These places where no moonlight nor sunlight meets.
Look my dear friend, at the cheek of the night sky,
For eyes delights, by the homeless used as sheets.
Last night she blew the cherry-blossoms at me,
Who flew through the labels of race, tones and creeds.
Mahi, everyone seeks for the beloved,
But who is willing to get off golden-seats?
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
Line of Faith in the Red Sea divides us,
Yet we both believe the same Line guides us.
My brother was confused when he saw me,
I take it that the veil of names hides us.
If reaching the high skies stands for success,
Then it is the emptiness that prides us.
You won't sight a clue in darkness and light,
There's no finding Him while He asides us.
Hey Mahvî, wide vision like horizons;
There is much more going on besides us.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC
Beden sükun içinde yatar yeşil türbede,
Amma güzel diliniz konuşur mesnevide.
Ey hazreti Mevlana Celaleddin-i Rumi,
Hazreti Şems güneştir size, siz aydır Şemse.
O pak mesnevi içinde neler buldum, neler,
Süzünüz bir deryadır, her şey vardır içinde.
Her kese açıktır bu derya, fakir ya zengin,
Ders, güzellik ile hikmet katarsınız şiire.
Allah'u Teala çok razı olsun sizinle,
Mahvî'nin süsü bu, helal olsun bu kaside.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
A gazel will jump from danger
Into the cold hands of death and injury
Just as a human will jump at the chance
To prove his friends wrong
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC