So I'm going to continue writing here. Don't know if I want to publicize it or not yet, but i felt no privacy writing on the other page. At the same time, I want to write. I have thoughts in my head I have to pour out. I'm going on an exciting trip, have unknown plans for the future ..there's lots to think about and to write; and I'm ready again.
in ghafeleye omr, ajab migozarad
daryaab dami ke baa tarab migozarad...
..man bandeye aan damam ke saaghi gooyad
yek jaam e degar begir, o man, natvaanam
I have rediscovered Khayyam and I'm in awe of his calm wisdom all over again.
and on a completely different note, I am reminded, yet again, of this poem by Parviz Natel Khanlari, that amoo shari used to read to us (and pay 5 toomans per line if we were to memorize it). I often think it was too judgmental, but when someone pushes your boundaries so much, when you feel disgusted by the ugliness and dishonesty around you, you could take refuge in this closed minded hatred:
man niam dar khor e in mehmaani, gand o mordaar toraa arzaani....
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