The national day of persian poetry / a magic song about love
Tehran (KNA) : Today is for Iranians the Persian Poetry Day, because of the anniversary of the passing of renowned Iranian poet Mohammad Hossein Behjat Tabrizi ( Shahriar ). We had a review on some great persian poems
Perhapse it is not wrong to call Iran as the land of poetry. We have a lot of great poets like: Saadi, Hafez, Khayyam, Rumi, Ferdowsi and etc. Today, We have a review on some of the best classical persian poems which are about love and life.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Omar Khayyám
How sad, a heart that does not know how to love, that does not know what it is to be drunk with love. If you are not in love, how can you enjoy the blinding light of the sun, the soft light of the moon?
Omar Khayyám
O beautiful wine-bearer, bring forth the cup and put it to my lips Path of love seemed easy at first, what came was many hardships. With its perfume, the morning breeze unlocks those beautiful locks The curl of those dark ringlets, many hearts to shreds strips. In the house of my Beloved, how can I enjoy the feast Since the church bells call the call that for pilgrimage equips. With wine color your robe, one of the old Magi's best tips Trust in this traveler's tips, who knows of many paths and trips.
Hafez
I saw bouquets of fresh roses Tied upon a cupola of grass. I asked: "What is despicable grass To sit also in the line of the roses?"
The grass wept and said: "Hush! Companionship does not obliterate nobility. Although I have no beauty, color, and perfume, Am I not after all the grass of God's garden?"
Saadi
A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.
Rumi