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“My father always insisted that Persians basically did not have a home, except in their literature, especially their poetry. This country, our country, he would say, has been attacked and invaded numerous times, and each time, when Persians had lost their sense of their own history, culture and language, they found their poets as the true guardians of their true home.” - Foreword by Azar Nafisi”
― Shahnameh: The Persian Book of Kings
― Shahnameh: The Persian Book of Kings
“For Persians, Shahnameh is like their identity papers, their conclusive evidence that they have lived. Against the brutality of time and politics, against the threat of constant invasions and destructions imposed on them by enemies alien and domestic, against a reality they had little or no control over, they created magnificent monuments in words, they reasserted both their own worth and the best achievements of mankind through a work like Shahnameh, the golden thread that links one Persian to the other, connecting the past to the present.” - Foreword by Azar Nafisi”
― Shahnameh: The Persian Book of Kings
― Shahnameh: The Persian Book of Kings
“I said, "Bright moon, give me my heart back to me
How long must I endure love's agony?"
He spread a thousand hearts before my eyes
And said, "Take yours, which is it? You tell me.”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
How long must I endure love's agony?"
He spread a thousand hearts before my eyes
And said, "Take yours, which is it? You tell me.”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
“Those past springs that I lived through without you,
What were they then but autumns, since the spring is you?
My heart is empty now of everything but you
So stay still where you are, be permanent and true
A shooting star’s a matter of impulsive moments
The star that mocks the darkness of the night is you”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
What were they then but autumns, since the spring is you?
My heart is empty now of everything but you
So stay still where you are, be permanent and true
A shooting star’s a matter of impulsive moments
The star that mocks the darkness of the night is you”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
“If my heart’s yours, why hurt it as you do?
And if it’s not, why’s it so wild for you?
Moment by moment make this heartache greater
And drive this me from me now through and through”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
And if it’s not, why’s it so wild for you?
Moment by moment make this heartache greater
And drive this me from me now through and through”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
“If, for a moment, I could see you in my dreams
I’d know the sum of all this world’s delight, tonight”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
I’d know the sum of all this world’s delight, tonight”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
“and he’ll think the moon
is a kinder glance for leaving,
and love
a past more complete than the road,
and he’ll stand up
draw breath, blink freed
on the threshold of the short pause
that is life”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
is a kinder glance for leaving,
and love
a past more complete than the road,
and he’ll stand up
draw breath, blink freed
on the threshold of the short pause
that is life”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
“Whilst I can think of you, and wander in your street,
I don’t want paradise
What houri could compare with you? Beside your street
what heaven could suffice?”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
I don’t want paradise
What houri could compare with you? Beside your street
what heaven could suffice?”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
“All of my moments
are simply a commentary
on the scent of your presence
the shadow of your passing by
and your leaving me
In the desert of longing for what’s gone
despised
I am stranded there, in my thirst,
like Hagar”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
are simply a commentary
on the scent of your presence
the shadow of your passing by
and your leaving me
In the desert of longing for what’s gone
despised
I am stranded there, in my thirst,
like Hagar”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
