#persian poets

[thegentleintellectual]

-Kaveh Akbar

[loudlylovingreview]

Majid Naficy: Seven Poems During Trump

One: Truth and Falsehood I read in Egyptian papyrusesThat Truth and Falsehood were brothers.One day Truth borrowed Falsehood’s daggerBut lost it by misfortune.Falsehood took the case to court,Claimed the dagger was irreplaceableAnd asked the judge in returnTo blind Truth and order himTo become the doorkeeper of Falsehood’s house.Today, too, a false little manHas blinded TruthBy his repetitious…

[dream-world-universe]

Whirling Dervishes, Turkey: It is a customary meditation practice performed within the sema, or worship ceremony, through which dervishes aim to reach greater connection with Allah. As an order, the whirling Dervishes were founded by mystic poet Rumi in the 13th century… The Mevlevi Order or Mawlawiyya is a Sufi order that originated in Konya, Turkey. The Mevlevis are also known as the "whirling dervishes" due to their famous practice of whirling while performing dhikr (remembrance of God). The Mevlevi Order or Mawlawiyya is a Sufi order that originated in Konya, Turkey. Wikipedia

[justasthepoetssay]

People do change us. really.

People passed by me, passed through me, like the wind—unnoticed, unacknowledged. But you, you went through me, you fit right in me like a jigsaw puzzle, and you went on, you made me stop and think for a second, what just happened? I swear, I was changed, who was I before? who was I at that moment? who was I after? there was nothing before you, after you and like you. I no longer hated coffee, I started loving learning a new language and put everything in it, I chose a life inspired by you, I had four eyes now, two of mine, two of yours, I saw the world from your eyes and my eyes were fixed on you, couldn't take them off, not my fault. I began to love a place universally despised. I was contemplating actions that could unravel everything—and eventually, they did. Today, I stand here, ruined, different, both for you and because of you. Do you ever think of what have you done to me?

-based on real events

[cherrychevellet]

دست از طلب ندارم تا کام من برآید یا تن رسد به جانان یا جان ز تن درآید

I will not cease my pursuit until my wish is fulfilled, Either my body reaches my beloved, or my soul leaves the body.

Saadi Shirazi

[maihonhassan]

"Yak zamana, sohabat-e-ba-Auliah; Behtar az, sad sala ta'at-e-be-riya."

"a moment spent in the company of a Sufi; is better than a hundred years of sincere worship."

~ Jalāl al-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī

[belovedapollo]

today was a slow day that I enjoyed a lot, wrote in my fairy while my cat was sleeping on the bed 💫 reblog is okay, don’t repost

[postcardswithoutanaddress]

" as much as I would love to say love is selfish, at the same time I cannot deny that love is selfless. بے لوث when you love someone you just want them to be happy. for them to be under the warmth of the sun. for their tea to be always warm. for the path of their life being always lit up. for the stars of their destiny to be aligned. for the wind to twirl around them lovingly.

جتنا میں یہ کہنا پسند کرونگی کہ محبت خود غرض ہے، اسی وقت میں اس سے انکار نہیں کر سکتی کہ محبت بے لوث ہے۔ جب آپ کسی سے محبت کرتے ہیں تو آپ صرف یہ چاہتے ہیں کہ وہ خوش رہے۔ کہ وہ سورج کی تپش کے نیچے نہ آییں۔ کہ ان کی چائے ہمیشہ گرم رہے۔ ان کی زندگی کا راستہ ہمیشہ روشن رہ ہے۔ ان کی تقدیر کے ستارے روشن ہو جاییں۔ ہوا ان کے ارد گرد پیار سے گھومے.

~ postcards without an address

[nabihahahahahaha]

گفتم که مرگ عاشقان ،

گفتا کہ درد ہجر من

گفتم کہ علاج زندگی

گفتا کہ دیدار منست

Guftam ke marg aashiqan,gufta ke dard hijr mann.

Guftam ke ilaj zindagi, gufta ke deedar mansat.

I asked what is the cruel death,

replied the pain of living without me

I asked what is a healthy life,

replied gazing at me.

[dreamy-conceit]

Seek the wisdom that will untie your knot. Seek the path that demands your whole being.

— Rumi (Jalāl al-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī), translated by Maryam Mafi in 'Hidden Music'

[marydarkblacknoir]

I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come 'round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper "more".

Rumi

[istj-mbti]

ISTJ aesthetic (featuring Faizi's poetry): Dark academia + hint of royalcore

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Part 1, MBTI Moodboard Series featuring Persian Poetry, others TBA

[justasthepoetssay]

I want to tear his ribcage apart and fucking colour his heart with my reds, blues and pinks.

[colmeh]

Oh Akie, allow me to borrow a line from Rumi to express my piece.

"In your eyes, I see the heavens.

And I hope, in the heavens, I see your eyes."

I want you not just in this dunya, but also in the hereafter.

Or should I say, because of you, I started believing in the akhirah.

You ordered me to forget your gaze. But how could I escape my soul who controls the beating of my heart, and the oxygen in my mind?

[his-heart-hymns]

Lie beside me, oh my beloved. For your thorns are more pleasurable than the petals of the world.Hold me in your arms of hope, for the truth of separation can rest tonight.

[maihonhassan]

“The day i die for you, that day is my eid.”

— Rumi