#rubai
I heard a silky voice, deep in the night,
Between a moon and face had been my sight.
A dusk-haired girl, perhaps perfumed with musk,
Had said to me: ''don't hurry to get right.''
Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 10:17 AM UTC
For long I was not certain of my name.
This anxious soul of mine I could not claim.
Since birth, from form to form my frame has changed,
But still, I always have been just the same.
Oct 20, 2021
Oct 20, 2021 at 8:55 AM UTC
Today I want to weep, and all day long,
To sing my feelings through a woeful song.
I have some words, hidden within my heart,
They cannot seem to flow from off my tongue.
Oct 6, 2021
Oct 6, 2021 at 4:59 AM UTC
Just look, how easy do those small birds fly,
Over the things which make us always cry.
Flying away into the pathless spaces,
There is no grief or pain within the sky.
Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 9:37 AM UTC
My words are sharp like stings of bees in spring,
But I will die lastly when I shall sting.
I have become a nightingale right now,
To only sooth the hearts, I now shall sing.
Aug 22, 2021
Aug 22, 2021 at 9:23 AM UTC
یعقوب و یوسف و زلیخا عاشق
ای جان, سر ا پا, همه دنیا عاشق
بی مهر و محبتی, دو عالم مردست
هر زنده، که مخلوق خدا را، عاشق
Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 4:50 PM UTC
My heart and eyes are so connected closely,
When we're apart, the two of us are lonely.
If others touched her beauty in the night,
It all would have been an illusion only.
Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 10:31 AM UTC
She's like a flower-scent before my eyes,
To other guys she went before my eyes.
A glance of chance it only was for me,
I don't know what she meant before my eyes.
Jun 27, 2021
Jun 27, 2021 at 9:04 AM UTC
How easy do those small birds fly,
Over the things which make us cry,
And feel like the greatest burdens,
In the depths and peaks of the sky.
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 10:31 AM UTC
هر موج نگاه و خنده ها زیبا است
از یار سخن لب شفا زیبا است
ای دوست چه عجب که بیوفا زیبا است
این عشق و حال مبتلا زیبا است
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 9:02 AM UTC
Like the whole world through love I write,
To sight, to smell, to love I write.
All these words are here like a couple,
Oh drunken heart; you love, I write.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
My desire for you is gone,
Like the blazing red sun at dawn.
It was there for a fleeting moment,
But now sadly everything’s done.
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC