#Nima Yooshij

[artisthomes]

Home of Nima Yooshij in Yush, Mazandaran Province, Iran

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ey sahildeki mutlu ve şen insanlar!

suda can vermekte biri.

[masumcetin]

Erkan Oğur - Zülfü Kaküllerin Amber Misali

Bir çiçeksin saklı, taze gülüm Dikenliğin ve dalların dibinde Âşığın bulur seni yeniden Sabırsızlığı aşkındandır                       Değildir her kuş aşina sana. Nasipsiz bülbül senden gelir Müptela âşık da senden gelir Senin tıynetin hep maceradır Macera  arayan dahi senden gelir                 Sensin teselli veren âşıklara.

Nîmâ Yûşic, Senin Yolunu Gözlerim s.83 “Efsane”

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Drink your tea and don't fret about tomorrow Not much remains of our fields of wheat but a fistful of straws For the winds...

- Nima Yooshij [contemporary Persian poet]

[forsoothsayer]

In The Cold Winter Night by Nima Yooshij

In the cold winter night The furnace of the sun too Burns not like the hot hearth of my lamp, And no lamp is luminous as mine Neither it freezes by the cold moon that shines above. I lit my lamp when my neighbor was walking in a dark night, And it was a cold winter night, The wind encircled the pine, Amid silent heaps She was lost from me, separated from this narrow lane, And still the story is remembered, And on my lips these words lingered: 'Who lights? Who burns? Who saves this tale of the heart?' In the cold winter night The furnace of the sun too Burns not like the hot hearth of my lamp, And no lamp is luminous as mine Neither it freezes by the cold moon that shines above.

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https://j.mp/2yLun8P

[upprepningar]

تو را من چشم در راهم

تو را من چشم در راهم شباهنگام  که می‌گیرند در شاخ تلاجن * سایه‌ها رنگ سیاهی وزان دلخستگانت راست اندهی فراهم تو را من چشم در راهم. شباهنگام، در آن دم که بر جا دره‌ها چون مرده ماران خفتگانند در آن نوبت که بندد دست نیلوفر به پای سرو کوهی دام گرم یادآوری یا نه، من از یادت نمی‌کاهم تو را من چشم در راهم

[theshatterednotes]

Persian poet Nimā Yushij

[diederickvanderlee]

Mahsa Samadzadeh - based on the The types of Nima Youshij - 2011

[forsoothsayer]

Hey, People by Nima Yooshij

Hey, you over there who are sitting on the shore, happy and laughing, someone is dying in the water, someone is constantly struggling on this angry, heavy, dark, familiar sea. When you are drunk with the thought of getting your hands on your enemy, when you think in vain that you've given a hand to a weak person to produce a better weak person, when you tighten your belts, when, when shall I tell you that someone in the water is sacrificing in vain? Hey, you over there who are sitting pleasantly on the shore, bread on your tablecloths, clothes on your bodies, someone is calling you from the water. He beats the heavy wave with his tired hand, his mouth agape, eyes torn wide with terror, he has seen your shadows from afar, has swallowed water in the dark blue deep, each moment his impatience grows. He raises from these waters a foot, at times, at times, his head... Hey you there, he still has his eyes on this old world from afar, he's shouting and hopes for help. Hey you there who are calmly watching from the shore, the wave beats on the silent shore, spreads like a drunk fallen on his bed unconscious, recedes with a roar, and this call comes from afar again: Hey, you over there... And the sound of the wind more heart-rending by the moment, and his voice weaker in the sound of the wind; from waters near and far again this call is heard: Hey, you over there...