Closer

And so it is

Just like you said it would be

Life goes easy on me

Most of the time

And so it is

The shorter story

No love, no glory

No hero in her sky

I can't take my eyes off of you

I can't take my eyes off you

I can't take my eyes...

And so it is

Just like you said it should be

We'll both forget the breeze

Most of the time

And so it is

The colder water

The blower's daughter

The pupil in denial

I can't take my eyes off of you

I can't take my eyes off you

I can't take my eyes...

Did I say that I loathe you?

Did I say that I want to

Leave it all behind?

I can't take my mind off of you

I can't take my mind off you

I can't take my mind...

My mind...my mind..

'Til I find somebody new

1973

Hey everyone...

here I put a new song which may not seem so new... lol James Blunt sings it and it's got a cool music... here we go again... !

______

Simona

You’re getting older

Your journey’s been

Etched on your skin

Simona

I wish I had known that

What seemed so strong

Has been then gone

I will call you up every Saturday night

And we both stayed out ’til the morning light

And we sang, "Here we go again"

And though time goes by

I will always be

In a club with you

It was 1973

singing "Here we go again"

Simona

Wish I was sober

So I could see clearly now

The rain has gone

Simona

I guess it’s over

My memory plays our tune

The same old song

I will call you up every Saturday night

And we both stayed out ’til the morning light

And we sang, "Here we go again"

And though time goes by

I will always be

In a club with you

It was 1973

singing "Here we go again"

I Think It's Going to Rain...

Broken windows and empty hallways
A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it’s going to rain today Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles
With frozen smiles to chase love away
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it’s going to rain today Lonely, lonely
Tin can at my feet
Think I’ll kick it down the street
That’s the way to treat a friend Bright before me the signs implore me
To help the needy and show them the way
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it’s going to rain today

Education

پسرم مي پرسد

چرا بايد رياضي بخوانم

دلم مي خواهد بگويم لازم نيست

بي خواندن هم خواهي دانست كه دو تكه نان

بيش از يك تكه است

پسرم مي پرسد

چرا بايد فرانسه بخوانم

دلم مي خواهد بگويم

امپراطوري شان از هم خواهد پاشيد

و همچنان كه با دست هايت شكمت را بمالي

خواهند فهميد كه گرسنه اي

پسرم مي پرسد

چرابايد تاريخ بخوانم

دلم مي خواهد بگويم

تنها بياموز كه به هنگام سرت را بدزدي

تا شايد جان به در بري

آه اما آنچه مي گويم اينهاست

رياضي بخوان - فرانسه بياموز - تاريخ از بر كن

برشت

If Everyone Cared

Hi everyone... how's life ?

Today I post a poem which is a song lyric and I guess it's real cool.

Hope you enjoy.... have a great one ...

* * *

From underneath the trees, we watch the sky
Confusing stars for satellites
I never dreamed that you'd be mine
But here we are, we're here tonight

Singing Amen, I'm alive

If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
We'd see the day when nobody died

And I'm singing
Amen I, I'm alive

And in the air the fireflies
Our only light in paradise
We'll show the world they were wrong
And teach them all to sing along

Singing Amen I'm alive

If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
We'd see the day when nobody died

And as we lie beneath the stars
We realize how small we are
If they could love like you and me
Imagine what the world could be

If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
We'd see the day when nobody died

Orchid

شاخه ای تکیده

گل ارکیده

با چشمای خسته

لبهای بسته

غم توی چشماش

آروم نشسته

شکوفه شادیش از هم گسسته

آشنای درده

خورشیدش سرده

تو قلب سردش غم لونه کرده

مهتاب عمرش در پشت پرده

تنها مثالش پاییزه سرده

دستای ظریفش تو دست مادر

پیکر نحیفش چون گل پرپر

از مهنت و درد آروم نداره

سایه ی سیاهی رو بخت شومش

ارکیده تنهاست زیر هجومش

طوفان درد پایون نداره

دست من و تو میتونه با هم

قصری بسازه با رنگ شبنم

شکوفه ای که غمگین و سرده

گل ارکید است

نمیره کم کم

بیا نزاریم گل ارکیده

گلی که چهرش

پا ک و سپیده

که توی پاییز

شاخه ای بیده

بهار ندیده

بمیره کم کم

دستای ظریفش تو دست مادر

پیکر نحیفش چون گل پرپر

از مهنت و درد آروم نداره

سایه ی سیاهی رو بخت شومش

ارکیده تنهاست زیر هجومش

طوفان درد پایون نداره

Thinking about U

Yesterday I saw the sun shinin',
And the leaves were fallin' down softly,
My cold hands needed a warm, warm touch,
And I was thinkin' about you.

Here I am lookin' for signs of leaving,
You hold my hand, but do you really need me?
I guess it's time for me to let you go,
And I've been thinkin' about you,
I've been thinkin' about you.

When you sail across the ocean waters,
And you reach the other side safely,
Could you smile a little smile for me?
'cause I'll be thinkin' about you,
I'll be thinkin' about you,
I'll be thinkin' about you...

Hasel-e Omr

بس که جفا زخار و گل دید دل رمیده ام

همچو نسیم از این چمن پای برون کشیده ام

شمع طرب زبخت ما آتش خانه سوز شد
گشت بلای جان من عشق به جان خریده ام

حاصل دور زندگی صحبت آشنا بود
تا تو زمن بریده ای من زجهان بریده ام

تا به کنار من بودی ، بود به جا قرار دل
رفتی و رفت راحت از خاطر آرمیده ام

چون به بهار سرکنم ناله زخاک من برون
ای گل تازه یاد کن از دل داغ دیده ام

تا تو مراد من دهی ، کشته مرا فراق تو
تا تو به داد من رسی ، من به خدا رسیده ام

رهى معيرى

Where Everybody Knows Your Name

Hi.. I heared this song today and liked it alot.

Here goes the Lyrics . It's actually Theme of the 80's series "Cheers".

Enjoy.

Making your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got

Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot.

Wouldn’t you like to get away?

Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name,

And they’re always glad you came.

You wanna be where you can see, our troubles are all the same

You wanna be where everybody knows your name.

You wanna go where people know, people are all the same,

You wanna go where everybody knows your name.

I'll Stand By You

You know the picture above ? well maybe you do if you like 70's music or girls with guitars. This is Chrissie Hynde and she's one of "The Pretenders".

.... and here... is one of my favo. songs called "I'll Stand By You" from the album "Last of the Independents". What a great Voice.. !

Oh, why you look so sad?

Tears are in your eyes

Come on and come to me now.

Don’t be ashamed to cry,

let me see you through

Cause I’ve seen the dark side too.

When the night falls on you,

you don’t know what to do,

Nothing you confess

could make me love you less

I’ll stand by you,

I’ll stand by you,

won’t let nobody hurt you,

I’ll stand by you.

So, if you’re mad get mad,

don’t hold it all inside ,

Come on and talk to me now.

And hey, what you got to hide ?

I get angry too

But I’m alot like you.

When you’re standing at the crossroads ,

don’t know which path to choose ,

Let me come along ,

cause even if your wrong

I’ll stand by you,

I’ll stand by you,

won’t let nobody hurt you,

I’ll stand by you.

Take me into your darkest hour ,

and I’ll never desert you.

I’ll stand by you.

And when, when the night falls on you baby ,

you’re feeling all alone ,

You won’t be on your own,

I’ll stand by you.

I’ll stand by you

won’t let nobody hurt you.

I’ll stand by you

Take me in into your darkest hour

and I’ll never desert you

I’ll stand by you.

Always On Your Side...

My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away
But every now and then you come to mind
Cause you were always waiting to be picked to play the game
But when your name was called, you found a place to hide
When you knew that I was always on your side

Well everything was easy then, so sweet and innocent
But your demons and your angels reappeared
Leavin' all the traces of the man You thought you'd be
Leavin' me with no place left to go from here
Leavin' me so many questions all these years

But is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear
Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear
Or are you left to wonder, all alone, eternally
This isn't how it's really meant to be
No it isn't how it's really meant to be

Well they say that love is in the air, but never is it clear,
How to pull it close and make it stay
Butterflies are free to fly, and so they fly away
And I'm left to carry on and wonder why
Even through it all, I'm always on your side

But is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear
Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear
Or are you left to wonder, all alone, eternally
But is this how it’s really meant to be
No is it how it’s really meant to be

Well if they say that love is in the air, never is it clear
How to pull it close and make it stay
If butterflies are free to fly, why do they fly away
Leavin' me to carry on and wonder why
Was it you that kept me wondering through this life
When you know that I was always on your side

By : Sheryl Crow & Sting

Feels Like...

I'm telling you it's over

Now there's an angel

Holding me

My way's easy

Even if you're fallen

Oh you're struggling

Ther's still beauty

In what we do



So que sera

Let's go sailing on

There's a wise man

In every fool




I say come back

Come in from the cold

Into the warm

I feel like fire

Guiding you back home

As darkness falls



So everyone stands in line

Cos they wanna stay alive

To wait alone

No dog no bone

And then you find it's over

Still it tears your heart

To slip away

From the crowd



But if you have

What it takes

To return to where

All the world

Knows your name

Then que sera

Let's go sailing on

There's a wise man

In every fool




I say come back

Come in from the cold

Into the warm

I feel like fire

Guiding you back home

As darkness falls



I say come home

Leave it all behind

And settle down

I feel my love

Can give me what I want

For all time

The Dance

نمى گردانم ات در برج ابريشم

نمى رقصانم ات بر صحنه هاى عاج

شب پاييز مى لرزد به روى بستر خاكستر سيراب ابرى سرد

سحر , با لحظه هاى ديرمان اش , مى كشاند انتظار صبح را در خويش

دو كودك بر جلوخان كدامين خانه آيا خواب آتش مى كندشان گرم؟

سه كودك بر كدامين سنگ فرش سرد؟

صد كودك به نمناك كدامين كوى؟

نمى رقصانم ات چون دودى آبى رنگ

نمى لغزانم ات بر خواب هاى مخمل انديشه يي ناچيز

حباب خنده اى بى رنگ مى تركد به شب گرييدن پاييز اگر در جويبار تنگ

وگر عشقى كزو اميد با من نيست

درين تاريكى نوميد سايد سر به درگاهم

دو كودك بر جلوخان سرايى خفته اند اكنون

سه كودك بر سريرسنگ فرش سرد و صد كودك به خاك مرده ى مرطوب

نمى لغزانم ات بر مخمل انديشه يى بى پاى

نمى غلتانم ات بر بستر نرم خيالى خام

اگر خواب آور است آهنگ بارانى كه مى بارد به بام تو

وگرانگيزه ى عشق است رقص شعله ى آتش به ديوار اتاق من

اگر در جويبار خرد , مى بندد حباب از قطره هاى سرد

وگر در كوچه مى خواند به شورى عابر شبگرد

دو كودك بر جلوخان كدامين خانه با روياى آتش مى كنند تن گرم؟

سه كودك بر كدامين سنگ فرش سرد؟

صد كودك به نمناك كدامين كوى؟

نمى گردانم ات بر پهنه هاى آرزويى دور

نمى رقصانم ات در دودناك عنبر اميد

ميان آفتاب و شب بر آورده است ديوارى ز خاكستر سحر هر چند

دو كودك بر جلوخان سرايى مرده اند اكنون

سه كودك بر سريرسنگ فرش سرد و صد كودك به خاك مرده ى مرطوب

شاملو

Boose-ha-ye Baran

اي مهربانتر از برگ در بوسه‌هاي باران

بيداري ستاره، در چشم جويباران

آئينهء نگاهت؛ پيوند صبح و ساحل
لبخندِ گاه گاهت؛ صبح ِ ستاره باران

بازآ که در هوايت، خاموشيِ جنونم
فريادها بر انگيخت از سنگ ِ کوهساران

اي جويبار ِ جاري ! زين سايه برگ مگريز
کاين گونه فرصت از کف دادند بي شماران

گفتي : "به روزگاري مهري نشسته!" گفتم
"بيرون نمی‌توان کرد، حتي به روزگاران"

بيگانگي ز حد رفت، اي آشنا مپرهيز
زين عاشق ِ پشيمان، سرخيل شرمساران

پيش از من و تو بسيار بودند و نقش بستند
ديوار ِ زندگي را زين گونه يادگاران

وين نغمهء محبت، بعد از من و تو مانَد
تا در زمانه باقيست آواز ِ باد و باران

Ray Of Light

Zephyr in the sky at night I wonder
Do my tears of mourning sink beneath the sun
She’s got herself a universe gone quickly
For the call of thunder threatens everyone

And I feel like I just got home

And I feel ...

Faster than the speeding light she’s flying
Trying to remember where it all began
She’s got herself a little piece of heaven
Waiting for the time when Earth shall be as one

Quicker than a ray of light ...

And I feel
Quicker than a ray of light
Then gone for
Someone else shall be there
Through the endless years

She’s got herself a universe

And I feel like I just got home

Windmills Of Your Mind

Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.


Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair


Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Hafez

سمن بويان غبار غم چو بنشينند بنشانند

پری رويان قرار از دل چو بستيزند بستانند

به فتراک جفا دل‌ها چو بربندند بربندند

ز زلف عنبرين جان‌ها چو بگشايند بفشانند

به عمری يک نفس با ما چو بنشينند برخيزند

نهال شوق در خاطر چو برخيزند بنشانند

سرشک گوشه گيران را چو دريابند در يابند

رخ مهر از سحرخيزان نگردانند اگر دانند

ز چشمم لعل رمانی چو می‌خندند می‌بارند

ز رويم راز پنهانی چو می‌بينند می‌خوانند

دوای درد عاشق را کسی کو سهل پندارد

ز فکر آنان که در تدبير درمانند در مانند

چو منصور از مراد آنان که بردارند بر دارند

بدين درگاه حافظ را چو می‌خوانند می‌رانند

در اين حضرت چو مشتاقان نياز آرند ناز آرند

که با اين درد اگر دربند درمانند درمانند

Lahze-ye Baridan

گوش كن

وزش ظلمت را مى شنوى؟

در شب اكنون چيزى مى گذرد

ماه سرخ است و مشوش

و بر اين بام كه هر لحظه در او بيم فرو ريختن است

ابر ها, همچون عزاداران

لحظه ى باريدن را گوئى منتظرند

فروغ

A Merry Little Christmas

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.

Merry Christmas and Happy new year everyone !

Best Wishes,

"M"

Yalda Night

Millions of Iranians all over the world Tonight will celebrate 'Yalda', the longest night of the year and the first night of winter as a token of victory of the angel of goodness over the devil of badness.

'Yalda' is a Syriac word meaning birth and according to Mithraism, a faith that initially originated from Persia and later spread out throughout the ancient civilized world, the first day of winter which falls on December 21 this year, was celebrated as the birthday of Mithra, the angel of light.

Ancient Iranians believed that two groups of angels -- good and bad -- were in constant fight on the earth with each other and that on the dawn of the first day of the month of 'Dey', beginning December 21, and with the victory of the rising sun as the symbol of 'Ahuramazda', the Zoroastrian god, over the evil of darkness the fight would come to an end.

People had developed the idea that the longest night of the year, when the evil of darkness found an opportunity to stay longer, was an inauspicious occasion and, therefore, they would gather together and stay awake the whole night by holding celebrations and lighting fire in order to leave behind the ominous night.

They would try to keep the fire lit all through the night and the person in charge of the task was called 'Atropat' or the 'guardian of fire' who used to have a religious rank in ancient Persia.

Ancient Iranians believed that the beginning of the year marked with the re-emergence or rebirth of the sun which coincided with the first day of the month of 'Dey' when sun was salvaged from the claws of the devil of darkness and gradually spread its domination over the world.

However, apart from its religious and traditional characteristics, 'Yalda' has long been observed in the Iranian culture as the longest night of the year.

On this night, all members of the family stay together, narrate old stories, play traditional games and eat dried fruits and candies. The fruits that are specially served at this night are sweet melon, water melon, grapes and pomegranates.

Fruits are symbol of spring and a summer loaded with agricultural bounties.

Another tradition that is observed on the night of Yalda is reading poems of the highly revered Iranian poet 'Hafez'.

They read and interpret the poem appearing on the page after reciting some holy words and opening a page of his Divan.

From : www.payvand.com

Best wishes for all.

The River

It's coming on Christmas

They're cutting down trees

They're putting up reindeer

And singing songs of joy and peace

I wish I had a river I could skate away on

No but it don't snow here

It stays pretty green

You gonna make a lotta money

Just quit this crazy scene

I wish I had a river I could skate away on

I wish I had a river so long

I would teach my feet to fly

Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on

I'm so hard to handle

I'm selfish, I'm sad and I think

I've lost the only best baby that I ever had

I wish I had a river I could skate away on

She tried hard to help me

Tried to put me at ease

And she loved me so naughty

She made me weak in the knees

I wish I had a river I could skate away on

I wish I had a river so long

I would teach my feet to fly

Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on

By : James Taylor

One Flight Down

Today I share this wonderful song with you. It's so deep in words, music ... everything.. I just can't stop listening to it . I really can't get the real message in it but I still love it a great deal.

The song is called "One flight down" performed by Norah Jones .. My Favo.

One flight down
There's a song on low
And your mind just picked up on the sound
Now you know you're wrong
Because it drifts like smoke
And it's been there playing all along
Now you know
Now you know

The reeds and brass have been weaving
Leading into a single note

In this place
Where your arms unfold
Here at last you see your ancient face
Now you know
Now you know

The cadence rolls in broken
Plays it over and then goes

One flight down
There's a song on low
And it's been there playing all along
Now you know
Now you know

Whisper

مانده تا برف زمين آب شود
مانده تا بسته شود اين همه نيلوفر وارونه چتر
ناتمام است درخت
زير برف است تمناي شنا كردن كاغذ در باد
و فروغ تر چشم حشرات
و طلوع سر غوك از افق درك حيات

مانده تا سيني ما پر شود از صحبت سنبوسه و عيد
در هوايي كه نه افزايش يك ساقه طنيني دارد
و نه آواز پري مي رسد از روزن منظومه برف
تشنه زمزمه ام
مانده تا مرغ سرچينه هذياني اسفند صدا بردارد
پس چه بايد بكنم
من كه در لخت ترين موسم بي چهچه سال
تشنه زمزمه ام؟

بهتر آن است كه برخيزيم
رنگ را بردارم
روي تنهايي خود نقشه مرغي بكشم

سهراب

Silence

ما در ظلمت ايم

بدان خاطر كه كسى به عشق ما نسوخت

ما تنها ايم

چرا كه هرگز كسى ما را به جانب خود نخواند

ما خاموش ايم

زيرا كه ديگر هيچ گاه به سوى شما باز نخواهيم آمد

و گردن افراخته

بدان جهت كه به هيچ چيز اعتماد نكرديم, بى آن كه بى اعتمادى

را دوست داشته باشيم

شاملو

We are in the dark,

'coz no one ever burned in our Love.

We are lonesome,

'coz no one ever called for us.

We are soundless,

'coz we'll never return to you again.

... and proud,

'coz we never relied on nothing -

without liking distrust.

"Shaamlou"

Translation : "M"

Trouble with Love is...

Hi... Today I put a Lyrics here which originally came out as an OST for the Film "Love actually" in 2003 which is a good film ( Hugh Grant, Keira Knightley ). American Idol - Winner Kelly Clarkson has a strong performance in this beautiful song . Sure you'll like it.

Love can be a many splendored thing
Can't deny the joy it brings
A dozen roses, diamond rings
Dreams for sale and fairy tales
It'll make you hear a symphony
And you just want the world to see
But like a drug that makes you blind,
It'll fool ya every time

The trouble with love is
It can tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie
It's stronger than your pride
The trouble with love is
It doesn't care how fast you fall
And you can't refuse the call
See, you got no say at all

Now I was once a fool, it's true
I played the game by all the rules
But now my world's a deeper blue
I'm sadder, but I'm wiser too
I swore I'd never love again
I swore my heart would never mend
Said love wasn't worth the pain
But then I hear it call my name


Every time I turn around
I think I've got it all figured out
My heart keeps callin' and I keep on fallin'
Over and over again
The sad story always ends the same
Me standin' in the pourin' rain
It seems no matter what I do
It tears my heart in two

The trouble with love is
It can tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie
It's stronger than your pride
The trouble with love is
It doesn't care how fast you fall
And you can't refuse the call
See, you got no say at all

....

God

آنها كه بسر در طلب كعبه دويدند

چون عاقبت الامر به مقصود رسيدند

از سنگ , يكى خانهْ اعلاى معظم

اندر وسط وادي بى زرع بديدند

رفتند در آن خانه كه بينند خدا را

بسيار بجستند خدا را و نديدند

چون معتكف خانه شدند از سر تكليف

ناگاه خطابى هم از آن خانه شنيدند

كاى خانه پرستان , چه پرستيد گل و سنگ

آن خانه پرستيد كه پاكان طلبيدند

آن خانه دل و خانه خدا واحد مطلق

خرَم دل آنها كه در آن خانه خزيدند

مانند الف راست برفتند به لبيك

آنها كه در اين خانه چو گردون بخميدند

بر خطهْ آن مشعر وحدت چو گذشتند

خط لمن الملك بر اغيار كشيدند

حزبى كه بجز سنگ ره از خانه نديدند

چون حزب شياطين ز در حق برميدند

مولانا

Those to Mecca on pilgrimage
When reached their destined stage
Saw a home made out of stone
Amidst the desert carnage.
In that house they sought God
Yet empty they found that cage;
Discharged their dutiful prayers
From the stone heard a message:
"O idol-worshipers, why praise mud and stone
Worship only the house that is praised by the sage.
That House of God is the abode of the heart
Blessed are those whom to the heart made their pledge;
They walked their path upright and straight
Unlike wheel of fortune’s hunched revolving age.
Those who landed in the state of singular intelligence
No longer placed the other on a separate page
The group who only saw the stony house
Like a satanic cult, God disparage.
Whoever found a glimpse of that House in this
Not even in the heavens would seek tutelage
Wearing pilgrims’ garb, going around this house
Leave body, head, heart, and soul to pay homage.
The tribe that found God only in a friend,
They are the keys to that House, upon the ledge.
Hope and compassion reside in the Real House
Those who turned to love, found their wage.
In spite of obstacles, they are in the house of love,
Who amidst both worlds, their bets on beloved hedge.
Even the archangels are in awe
Of resurrection after such rampage
Blessed are those who like Shams-e Tabriz
Remained within, far from desert’s rage.

( Mola-na )

Faal-e Ghahve

پي اسم تو ميگشتم
ته يه فنجون خالي
دنبال يه طرح تازه
يه تبسم خيالي
فنجوناي لب پريده
قهوه هاي نيمه خورده
من و عشقي كه واسه
هميشه مرده
دل به عشق تو سپرده

فال تو رنگ فريبو
گريه هاي عاشقونست
فال من طنين آخرين ترانست
رنگ قهوه اي چشمات رنگ خوابه
كه تا شهر بي نهايت منو برده
اونجا كه آخر عشقه
اونجا كه مرز سرابه

searching for your trace

in an empty cup

looking for a new lineament

an imaginary grace

chiped cups

half empty

me and a love

that's plenty

dead in sobs

Your fortune: colour of deception

crying affection

My fortune: last song's rotaion

brown eyes - the colour of hallucination

takin' me to final elevation

to the end of sensation

edge of ideation.

Translation : "M"

The Book

به نام خداوند بخشنده مهربان . قصم به صف زدگان كه صف آرايى كردند ( 1 ) قصم به رانندگأن ابر و باد ( 2 ) قصم به تلاوت كنندگان ( 3 ) كه معبود شما يگانه است ( 4 ) همان پروردگار يكتا كه آفريننده آسمانها و زمين و هر آنچه بين آنهاست و آفريننده مشرق هاست ( 5 ) ما نزديكترين آسمان را به زيور ستاره ها آراستيم ( 6 ) تا آن را از تسلط هر شيطان سركش گمراه حفظ كنيم ( 7 ) تا شياطين هيچ از وحى و سخنان فرشتگان بالا نشنوند و از هر طرف به قهر رانده شوند ( 8 ) هم به قهر برانندشان و هم به عذاب دايم قيامت گرفتار شوند ( 9 ) جز آن كه كسى از شياطين بخواهد خبرى از عالم بالا بربايد كه او را تير شهاب فروزانى تعقيب خواهد كرد (10) ء

( سوره صافات )

In the name of Allah, the most gracious, the most merciful. By those ( Angels ) ranged in ranks ( or rows ) ( 1 ) By those ( Angels ) who drive the clouds in a good way ( 2 ) By those ( Angels ) who bring the book and the Qur' an from Allah to mankind ( 3 ) Verily, your Ilah ( God ) is indeed One ( 4 ) The lord of the heavens and of the earth, and all that is between them, and the lord of every poit of the sun's risings ( The sun has approx. 365 points for it's rising and 365 points for it's seting and every day it rises and sets in a new point ) ( 5 ) Verily, we have adorned the near heaven with the stars ( for beauty ) ( 6 ) and to guard against every rebellious devil ( 7 ) They cannot listen to the higher group ( Angels ) for they are pelted from every side. ( 8 ) Outcast, and theirs is a constant ( or painful ) torment. ( 9 ) Except such as snatch away something by stealing, and they are pursued by a flaming fire of piercing brightness ( 10 )

( V. 1-10 , S. 37 )

قسم به روز در آن هنگام كه آفتاب برآيد ( 1 ) و سوگند به شب در آن هنگام كه آرام گيرد ( 2 ) كه خداوند هرگز تو را رها نكرده و مورد خشم قرار نداده است ( 3 ) و مسلما آخرت براى تو از دنيا بهتر است ( 4 ) و بزودى پروردگارت آنقدر به تو عطا خواهد كرد كه خشنود شوى ( 5 ) ء

( سوره ضحى )

By the forenoon ( After sunrise ) ( 1 ) By the night when it darkens ( and stands still ) ( 2 ) Your lord has neither forsaken you nor hates you ( 3 ) And indeed the hereafter is better for you than the present ( Life of this world ) ( 4 ) And verily, your lord will give you ( all good ) so that you shall be well-pleased ( 5 )

( V. 1-5 , S. 93 )

Mola-na

من مست و تو ديوانه , ما را كه برد خانه

صد بار ترا گفتم , كم خور دو سه پيمانه

در شهر يكى كس را هشيار نمى بينم

هر يك بتر از ديگر , شوريده و ديوانه

جانا به خرابات آى , تا لذت جان بينى

جان را چه خوشى باشد , بى صحبت جانانه

اى لولى بربط زن , تو مست ترى يا من

اى پيش چو تو مستى , افسون من افسانه

از خانه برون رفتم , مستيم به پيش آمد

در هر نظرش مضمر , صد گلشن و كاشانه

گفتم ز كجايى تو , تسخر زد و گفتا من

نيميم ز تركستان , نيميم ز فرغانه

نيميم ز آب و گل , نيميم ز جان و دل

نيمى ز لب دريا , نيمى همه دردانه

گفتم كه رفيقى كن , با من كه منت خويشم

گفتا كه بنشناسم , من خويش ز بيگانه

من بى سر و دستارم , در خانهْ خمارم

يك سينه سخن دارم , زان شرح دهم يا نه

( مولانا )

I am drunk and you are mad
Who’ll take us home and make us glad?
Said a hundred times, if you had
Two or three cups less, won’t be bad.

In this town I do complain
Every person seems insane
In this place madness like rain
Washes wisdom down the drain.

In the tavern of my soul
Carpet of joy will unroll
My soul is out of control
When trapped in a soulless hole

Gypsy minstrel who must play
More drunk than me as I lay
Beside such drunk, I dare say
Mild is the story of my day.

I left my home in that state
My drunken ways could not wait
Every place I looked, looked great
Saw my beloved, my soul mate.

I asked "where is thy land?"
With laughter and a cold hand
"Half from the Arabian sand
And half a heavenly strand.

"Half made of water and clay
Half soul and half solar ray
Half on the shallow beaches lay
Half from the oyster’s pearly play."

I asked Thee to be my friend
And change this dividing trend
Replied that "I transcend,
All divisions in me end."

I am without head or hand
I am of this drunken band
All things I understand
Describe or silently stand.

( Mola-na )

Iris

And I’d give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be
And I don’t want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it’s over
I just don’t want to miss you tonight

And I don’t want the world to see me
Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive

And I don’t want the world to see me
Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am

You Loved Me

You Loved Me

You loved me. And your lies had their own probity.

There was a truth in every falsehood.

Your love went far beyond any possible

boundary as no one else's could.

Your love seemed to last even longer

than Time itself. Now you wave your hand -

and suddenly your Love For Me Is Over !

That is the truth in five words.

( Marina Tsvetaeva )

دوستم مى داشتى

دوستم مى داشتى و دروغهاى تو , صداقت خاص خود را داشتند

هر دروغ, حقيقتى بود

عشق تو از همه مرزهاى ممكن فراتر رفت

چندان كه هيچكس ديگرى نتوانست

مى پنداشتم عشق تو, ديرتر خواهد پاييد

از خود زمان. اكنون دستت را تكان مى دهى به نشانه وداع -

و ناگهان عشق تو به من پايان مى پذيرد

حقيقت در همين پنج حرف است

( مارينا تسوه تايوا )

When September Ends

Hello...

I'm back after being away for several days now.I do not write any thing here to be read but just coz I like to do some writing from time to time... so here i go again...

I heared this song today and suddenly I felt I gonna put it here ... It's called "When september ends" by "Green day".. I'm not a fan of them but I liked the song ... here It goes...

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends

Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are

As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends


Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends


Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Like my father's come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends

تابستان آمد و رفت

سادگى نيز باقى نخواهد ماند

مرا با طلوع پائيز از خواب بيدار كن

گوئى پدر از اينجا عبور كرده باشد

هفت سال به سرعت سپرى شد

مرا با طلوع پائيز از خواب بيدار كن

دوباره باران مى بارد

از آسمان فرو مى آيد

از دردهاى من مى نوشد

و ما ... آن مى شويم كه حال هستيم

خاطرات آرام مى گيرند

اما آنچه باختيم به فراموشى نمى گرايد

مرا با طلوع پائيز از خواب بيدار كن

ناقوس ها را به صدا در آور

چنان كه گوئي بهار باز گشته است

مرا با طلوع پائيز از خواب بيدار كن

تابستان آمد و رفت

سادگى نيز باقى نخواهد ماند

مرا با طلوع پائيز از خواب بيدار كن

گوئى پدر از اينجا عبور كرده باشد

بيست سال به سرعت سپرى شد

مرا با طلوع پائيز از خواب بيدار كن

Translation by : "M"

Ghazal

امشب به قصهْ دل من گوش مى كنى

فردا مرا چو قصه فراموش مي كنى

( ه. ا. سايه )

چون سنگها صداى مرا گوش مي كنى

سنگى و نا شنيده فراموش مي كنى

رگبار نوبهارى و خواب دريچه را

از ضربه هاى وسوسه مغشوش مي كنى

دست مرا كه ساقهْ سبز نوازش است

با برگهاى مرده هماغوش مي كنى

گمراه تر از روح شرابى و ديده را

در شعله مي نشانى و مدهوش مي كنى

اى ماهى طلائى مرداب خون من

خوش باد مستي ات كه مرا نوش مي كنى

تو درهْ بنفش غروبى كه روز را

بر سينه مي فشارى و خاموش مي كنى

در سايه ها فروغ تو بنشست و رنگ باخت

او را به سايه از چه سيه پوش مي كنى

( فروغ )

Tonight, You listen to the Tale of my heart.

The morrow you forget me, just like a tale.

( H. E. Sayeh )

Like stones, you listen to my voice.

you forget, as if you haven't heared a noise.

Like spring shower you baffle dream of the gate,

with your tempting thuds.

My hand is the green bine of Caress,

and you leave it along with dead leaves.

More Illusive than wine, you entrance eyes

and set them all on fire.

You the Goldfish of my mere blood,

drink with joy since you drink my soul.

You're the violet sunset valley that -

holds the day to it's chest and turns it off.

Your "Forugh" lost her colours in the shades.

why do you crape her with the shadows ?

( Forugh )

Translation : "M"

Name-ha ( Mails )

مي ترسم

منتظرم

وبا آن كه مي ترسم و منتظرم

باز با تو تا آخر دنيا هستم

مي آيم كنار گفتگويى ساده

تمام روياهايت را بيدار مي كنم

و آهسته زير لب مي گويم

برايت آب آوردم. تشنه نيستي؟

فردا به احتمال قوي باران خواهد آمد

تو پيشبيني كرده بودي كه باد نمي آيد

با اين همه ديروز از پى صدايى كه گفته بود بيا, رفتم

تمام راز سفر فقط خواب يك ستاره بود

خسته ام رى را

مي آيى همسفرم شوى ؟

...

( س.ع.ص. )

I'm scared.

I'm waiting.

And although I'm scared and waiting,

Yet, I stay with you 'till the end of the world.

I come for a decent talk,

Wake all your dreams,

And wisper gently:

" I brought you water, Aren't you thirsty ?"

Tomorrow probably rains.

You knew that wind won't blow..

Yet, yesterday I followed the voice that said: "come with me"

All the mistery of journey was just the Dream of a Star.

I'm weary "Ri-ra".

Would you be my fellow Traveler ?

...

( S. A. S. )

Translation : "M"

I'm Nobody !

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you-Nobody-too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Dont tell! they'd banish us-you know!

How dreary-to be-Somebody!
How public-like a Frog-
To tell your name-the livelong June
To an admiring Bog!

( Emily Dickinson )

من هيچكسم ! تو كيستى ؟

تو هم ايا هيچكسى؟

پس ما يك جفتيم

به هيچ كس مگو

مبادا رسوايمان كنند

چه ملال اور است كسى بودن

چه شرم اور است همچون غوكان

نام خود را در سراسر بهاران

به منجلابى ستايشگر گفتن

(اميلى ديكنسون )

In The Arms of Angel

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there’s always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you’re in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there’s vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
it don’t make no difference
escaping one last time
it’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you’re in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
you’re in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

( O.S.T. City Of Angels By : Sarah McLachlan )

The Poor Orphan Child

"My feet they are sore, and my limbs they are weary;
Long is the way, and the mountains are wild;
Soon will the twilight close moonless and dreary
Over the path of the poor orphan child.

Why did they send me so far and so lonely,
Up where the moors spread and grey rocks are piled?
Men are hard-hearted, and kind angels only
Watch o'er the steps of a poor orphan child.

Yet distant and soft the night breeze is blowing,
Clouds there are none, and clear stars beam mild,
God, in His mercy, protection is showing,
Comfort and hope to the poor orphan child.

Ev'n should I fall o'er the broken bridge passing,
Or stray in the marshes, by false lights beguiled,
Still will my Father, with promise and blessing,
Take to His bosom the poor orphan child.

There is a thought that for strength should avail me,
Though both of shelter and kindred despoiled;
Heaven is a home, and a rest will not fail me;
God is a friend to the poor orphan child."

( Charlotte Brontte )

I'm Glad...

I'm glad your sickness is not caused by me

Mine is not caused by you.

I'm glad to know heavy earth will never flow away

from us,beneath our feet, and so we can relax together,

and not watch our words.

When our sleeves touch,

we shall not drown in waves of rising blush.

I'm glad to see you calmly now embrace another girl in front of me,

without any wish to cause me pain,

as you don't burn if i kiss someone else.

I know you never use my tender name,

my tender sprit, day or night.

And no one in the silence of a church

will sing thair Hallelujahs over us.

Thank you for loving me like this,

for you feel love,although you do not know it.

Thank you for the nights i've spent in quiet.

Thank you for the walks under the moon you've spared me

and those sunset meetings unshared.

Thank you. The sun will never bless our heads.

Take my sad thanks for this:

You do not cause my sickness.

And i don't cause yours.

( Marina Tsvetaeva )

مي ترسم

منتظرم

وبا آن كه مي ترسم و منتظرم

باز با تو تا آخر دنيا هستم

مي آيم كنار گفتگويى ساده

تمام روياهايت را بيدار مي كنم

و آهسته زير لب مي گويم

برايت آب آوردم. تشنه نيستي؟

فردا به احتمال قوي باران خواهد آمد

تو پيشبيني كرده بودي كه باد نمي آيد

با اين همه ديروز از پى صدايى كه گفته بود بيا, رفتم

تمام راز سفر فقط خواب يك ستاره بود

خسته ام رى را

مي آيى همسفرم شوى ؟

...

( س.ع.ص. )

I'm scared.

I'm waiting.

And although I'm scared and waiting,

Yet, I stay with you 'till the end of the world.

I come for a decent talk,

Wake all your dreams,

And wisper gently:

" I brought you water, Aren't you thirsty ?"

Tomorrow probably rains.

You knew that wind won't blow..

Yet, yesterday I followed the voice that said: "come with me"

All the mistery of journey was just the Dream of a Star.

I'm weary "Ri-ra".

Would you be my fellow Traveler ?

...

( S. A. S. )

Translation : "M"

Tamasha

به تماشا سوگند
و به آغاز كلام
و به پرواز كبوتر از ذهن
واژه اي در قفس است

حرف هايم ، مثل يك تكه چمن روشن بود
من به آنان گفتم
آفتابي لب درگاه شماست
كه اگر در بگشاييد به رفتار شما مي تابد

و به آنان گفتم : سنگ آرايش كوهستان نيست
همچناني كه فلز ، زيوري نيست به اندام كلنگ
در كف دست زمين گوهر ناپيدايي است
كه رسولان همه از تابش آن خيره شدند
پي گوهر باشيد
لحظه ها را به چراگاه رسالت ببريد

و من آنان را ، به صداي قدم پيك بشارت دادم
و به نزديكي روز ، و به افزايش رنگ
به طنين گل سرخ ، پشت پرچين سخن هاي درشت

و به آنان گفتم
هر كه در حافظه چوب ببيند باغي
صورتش در وزش بيشه شور ابدي خواهد ماند
هركه با مرغ هوا دوست شود
خوابش آرام ترين خواب جهان خواهد بود
آنكه نور از سر انگشت زمان برچيند
مي گشايد گره پنجره ها را با آه

زير بيدي بوديم
برگي از شاخه بالاي سرم چيدم ، گفتم
چشم را باز كنيد ، آيتي بهتر از اين مي خواهيد؟
مي شنيديم كه بهم مي گفتند
سحر ميداند،سحر

سر هر كوه رسولي ديدند
ابر انكار به دوش آوردند
باد را نازل كرديم
تا كلاه از سرشان بردارد
خانه هاشان پر داوودي بود
چشمشان را بستيم
دستشان را نرسانديم به سر شاخه هوش
جيبشان را پر عادت كرديم
خوابشان را به صداي سفر آينه ها آشفتيم

( سهراب سپهرى )

"Oath to spectacle,

to the begining of the talks,

and to pigeon that flys in the mind;

There's a word in the cage."

My speech was bright, like a piece of grass.

I told them:

There's a Sun at your door,

that if you open it, will shine to your attitude.

and I told them :

stone is not an ornament for mountain

not metal for pick.

In the hands of earth there's a hidden gem,

that amazed all the messengers.

look for the gem,

take the moments to pasture of prophecy.

and i enunciated to the sound of a messenger's steps

to the nearness of the daylight and to more colors;

and to the echo of a Rose behind the hedge of words.

and i told them:

One who sees a bosket in the memory of wood;

A wind from bosket of sansation will touch his face forever.

One who is a friend of a flying bird;

will sleep with ease on the earth.

One who makes the best of time he has,

can open each window with his breath.

Under a willow,

I picked a leaf from the branch up my head and said:

Open your eyes, you want a better proof ?

and i heared them sayin' :

Magic, he's a magician !

"There was a messenger at top of each mountain,

they put the cloud of deny on their head

we sent the wind to take their hat away.

Their houses were full of flowers,

we closed their eyes to it.

cut their hands from wisdom.

filled their poket with habitude.

woke them up with sound of travelling mirrors."

( Sohrab Sepehri )

Translation : "M"