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“من نمي دانم
_ و همين درد مرا سخت مي آزارد_
كه چرا انسان اين دانا
اين پيغمبر
:در تكاپوهايش
_چيزي از معجزه آن سو تر_
ره نبرده ست به اعجاز محبت
چه دليلي دارد؟
*
چه دليلي دارد
كه هنوز
مهرباني را نشناخته است؟
و نمي داند در يك لبخند
!چه شگفتي هايي پنهان است
*
من بر آنم كه درين دنيا
_خوب بودن _به خدا
سهل ترين كارست
و نمي دانم
كه چرا انسان
تا اين حد
با خوبي
.بيگانه است
!و همين درد مرا سخت مي آزارد”
―
_ و همين درد مرا سخت مي آزارد_
كه چرا انسان اين دانا
اين پيغمبر
:در تكاپوهايش
_چيزي از معجزه آن سو تر_
ره نبرده ست به اعجاز محبت
چه دليلي دارد؟
*
چه دليلي دارد
كه هنوز
مهرباني را نشناخته است؟
و نمي داند در يك لبخند
!چه شگفتي هايي پنهان است
*
من بر آنم كه درين دنيا
_خوب بودن _به خدا
سهل ترين كارست
و نمي دانم
كه چرا انسان
تا اين حد
با خوبي
.بيگانه است
!و همين درد مرا سخت مي آزارد”
―
“Come, fill the Cup, in the fire of Spring
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing”
― The Ruba'iyat of Omar Khayyam
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing”
― The Ruba'iyat of Omar Khayyam
“Never complain, never explain. Resist the temptation to defend yourself or make excuses.”
―
―
“A book of verses underneath the bough
A flask of wine, a loaf of bread and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness
And wilderness is paradise now.”
― Edward Fitzgerald's The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
A flask of wine, a loaf of bread and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness
And wilderness is paradise now.”
― Edward Fitzgerald's The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
“How much more of the mosque, of prayer and fasting?
Better go drunk and begging round the taverns.
Khayyam, drink wine, for soon this clay of yours
Will make a cup, bowl, one day a jar.
When once you hear the roses are in bloom,
Then is the time, my love, to pour the wine;
Houris and palaces and Heaven and Hell-
These are but fairy-tales, forget them all.”
―
Better go drunk and begging round the taverns.
Khayyam, drink wine, for soon this clay of yours
Will make a cup, bowl, one day a jar.
When once you hear the roses are in bloom,
Then is the time, my love, to pour the wine;
Houris and palaces and Heaven and Hell-
These are but fairy-tales, forget them all.”
―
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