ســــــــــــلام...

امـــــــــــــــــروز....

تولــــــــــــــــــدمــــــه.....

I will build a boat.

And cast it in water.

I will sail away from this strange land

Where there is no one to awaken the heroes

In the glade of l0vE.

A boat void of nets

And a heart with no desire for pearls.

I will keep sailing.

Neither will I lose heart to the blues

Nor to the mermaids,

Emerging out of water cast the charms of their locks

Upon the glowing solitude of the fishermen.

I will keep sailing.

I will keep chanting.

‘One should sail away and away.

Men of that town had no myths.

Women of that town were not as full as a bunch of grapes.

No hall mirrors reflected joys.

No puddles reflected a torch.

One should sail away and away.

Night has chanted its song.

Its now the windows’ turn.

I will keep chanting.

I will keep sailing.

Beyond the seas there  is a town

Where windows are open to manifestation.

The rooftops are inhabited by pigeons,

Gazing at the jets of Human intelligence.

Every ten-year-old child holds a Bough of knowledge.

The townsfolk gaze at a brick row

As if at a flame, or at a delicate dream.

The earth can hear the music of your feelings.

The fluttering wings of mythical birds are audible in the wind.

Beyond the seas there is a town

Where the sun is as big as the eyes of early-risers.

Poets are the inheritors of water, wisdom, and light.

Beyond the seas there is a town!

One should build a boat.

 *Sohrab Sepehri *

wherever I am, let me be

The heaven is mine.

Window, mind, air, l0vE, and earth are mine.

I had e dream … تصوري داشتم
 
 
I dreamed I was walking along the beach with God که در کنار ساحل با خدا قدم مي زنم. خيال کردم
 
Across the sky flashed scenes from my life. در آسمان تصويري از زندگي خودم را دیدم.
 
For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; در هر قسمت دو جای پا دیدم
 
One belonging to me, and the other to God.یکی متعلق به من و یکی متعلق به خدا
 
When the last scene of my life flashed before me.وقتی آخرین تصویر زندگیم را دیدم.
 
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.به جای پا روی شنها نگاه کردم.
 
I noticed that many times along the path of my life there was only one set of foot prints.
ديدم که چندين زمان در زندگيم فقط يک جاي پا بيشتر نيست
 
I also noticed that it happened at very lowest and saddest times in my life.
دريافتم که اين در سخت ترين نقاط زندگيم اتفاق افتاده
 
This really bothered me so I questioned God about it.
براي رفع ابهامم از خدا سوال کردم.
 
"God, you said that once I decided to follow you.. You'd walk with me all the way."
خدايا فرمودي که اگر به تو ايمان بياورم هيچ زماني مرا تنها نخواهي گذاشت
 
But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprint.
ديدم که در سخت ترين لحظات زندگيم فقط يک جاي پا بيشتر نيست
 
I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me.
چرا در زماني که بيشترين نياز به تو داشتم تنهايم گذاشتي
 
God replied, "My precious, precious child"
خدا فرمود: فرزند عزيزم
 
I love you, and I would never leave you.
تو را دوست دارم و تنهايت نمي گذارم
 
During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints
در مواقع سخت اگر يک جاي پا مي بيني
 
It was then that I carried you.
در آن لحظات تو را بدوش کشيدم

It was a flowing night.

From beneath the spruce trees,

The stream was flowing to far beyond.

The moonlight was illuminating the valley

And the mountain so bright that G0D could be seen.

We were on the heights.

Far beyond, invisible; surfaces, washed;

And glance, more amorous than ever before.

You handed me the green stalk of a message

And your breath quietly cracked

The Terracotta of Familiarity.

Our heartbeats pouring down the rocks

From an old wine, the summer’s sands flowing in veins

And the Moonlight enamelling  your behavior

You were wonderful, free, and down-to-earth.

The Green Fortune of Life mingled

With the cool mountain air.

Shadows returned

And pennyroyals danced

With the breeze

And ecstasies mingled together.

The sincere blessings

 Hear the garden breathing

Darkness falling down a leaf

And light coughing from behind the tree.

I hear water sneezing through the cracks of the rock.

Swallows dripping down through the ceiling of spring

Clear sounds: window of solitude opening and closing

Pure sounds: l0vE vaguely sloughing off its skin

The passion for flight gathering in the wings;

And the soul resisting to crack.

I hear the Footfall of Desire

And the lawful tread of blood in veins.

The pulse of the Dawn of the pigeon’s Well

The heartbeats of Thursday Nights

The flow of carnation in the mind

The Pure Neighing of truth from afar.

I hear Matter blowing

Faith walking in the Alleyway of Longing

The rain pattering on the on the wet eyelids of l0vE

Over the Mournful Music of Maturity

Over the song of pomegranate orchards

The Glass of Gladness crashing at night

The paper of Beauty tearing into pieces

And the Bowl of Nostalgia filing and emptying with wind.

I am close to the beginning of the earth.

I take pulse of the flowers

I know the Wet Fate of Water, the Green Habit of Trees.

My soul flows in the new direction of objects.

My soul is young.

پروردگارا!

نیمه های شب

وقتی که در نهایت خستگی با ذهنی مشغول و درمانده نگاهم را به آسمان دوختم

دریافتم که این همه آشفتگی

بی سبب است

خدای خوب و مهربان

همراه من در همه حال

اگر در تاریکی شب

اگر در سکوت شب

و اگر در لحظه ای که همه در خواب و بی خبری هستند

ماه و ستارگان را قرار داده ای

از حکمت توست

حکمتی که من را متوجه می کند که در هیچ حالی

تو بندگان خود را تنها نمی گذاری...

                                       ای تنها معبود من............!!!!!!!!!!

در کوچه های سرد و نمناک شهر

گام هایم را مغرورانه بر پوسته ی تاریک شب می نهادم .

صدای جغد های شوم و ناله های بی کسی گوش هایم را می خراشید.

 حضور اشباهی را در لابه لای سنگ فرش ها و

 انتهای تاریک و غمبار هر کوچه مرا سخت آزرده می ساخت.

 نفس هایم سخت شده بود .

 قلبم به آرامیِ قدم هایم ناقوسش را به صدا وا می داشت .

 نمی دانستم در این نا کجا آباد تنهایی به کدامین امید چنگ زنم.

 به عقل و منطق و فلسفه؟!!

 در زمانه ای که شیری خردمند اسیر هوس های خرگوشِ بازیگوشی خواهد شد و

 منطق سلطانیِ خود را در بازیهای کودکانه ی ایام به حراج می گزارد!!

 یا به عشق و عاشقی؟!!

 لفظی که در کوچه های چشمک و عشوه و ناز به قرانی بیش نمی ارزد

 و خروار خروارش را فریب بر دوش می کشد.

 نمی دانم ...

 اما به امید شکوفه ی کوچک لب قرمزی که فردا صبح به خورشید سلام می کند

 دستور تپیدن را برای قلبم صادر خواهم کرد. 

I made an agreement of peaceful coexistence

With time ; neither he pursues me , nor I run

From him , one day we will find each.   (Mario Lago)

Many people lose the small joys, in hope

For the big happiens. (Pearl S.Buck)

Life is not so bad.

I have a bit of bread, an iota of intelligence And a bit of wit.

I’ve a mother, better than a leaf;

And friends, better than running water.

And a G0d who lives nearby:

Amidst these gillyflowers, near that tall pine tree

Over water’s cognition, over the ontogeny of plant.

I’m a Muslim:

A rose is my qibla.

A spring, my pray0rug , the light, my pray-stone.

The plains, my mosque.

I perform ablutions with the heartbeats of windows.

Through my prayer are translucent.

*Sohrab Sepehri*