#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]

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

[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

[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'

[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

[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

[postcardswithoutanaddress]

“There in an invisible string that connects us. like hooks in two hearts, drawing them together,the Persians call it دل به دل راه داره

that there is telepathy between hearts, making two hearts feel in the same way

so when you are about to arrive my heart whispers your arrival before you knock the door. when you’re sad, snowflakes fall on my heart, when there is a frown between your eyes, i become restless. when you are happy it feels like spring again. when something befalls you, it's already whispered by the wind in my ears, and when you are apart, my heart lurches.”

from the book - postcards without an address

[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]

“Look at love how it tangles with the one fallen in love Look at spirit how it fuses with earth giving it new.” -rumi

[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

[teenageascetic]

“The Beloved.

Mortal never won to view thee, Yet a thousand lovers woo thee; Not a nightgale but knows In the rose-bud sleeps the rose.

Love is where the glory falls Of thy face : on convent walls Or on tavern floors the same Unextinguishable flame.

Where the turban’d anchorite Chanteth Allah day and night, Church-bells ring the call to prayer, And the Cross of Christ is there.”

-Khājeh Shams-od-Dīn Moḥammad Ḥāfeẓ-e Shīrāzī, translated by R. A. Nicholson.