In The Name of Allah
TENT part 2. Read part 1 here
ENGLISH POEMS AND FREE VERSES
Mohammad Hossein Sadeghi
summer 2020 –1399
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سرشناسه : صادقی، محمد حسین، ۱۳۳۹ -
Sadeghi, Mohammad Hossein
Tent: English poems and free verses
/ by Mohammad Hossein Sadeghi
مشخصات نشر: زرقان : هدهد، ۱۳۹9= ۲۰20م.
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موضوع : English poetry -- 20th century
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Book name : Tent
ENGLISH POEMS AND FREE VERSES
Poet and writer : Mohammad Hossein Sadeghi
First Edition : Summer 2020 -1399
by Hodhod Publication
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Cover designer : Alireza Zare
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The whole Cosmos that can be seen
Is smaller than an Amoeba
In an endless Ocean;
And the candle of spirit is glimmering in both.
And the distance between being and nonexistence
is a twinkle of soul.
If you can see the spirit of an Amoeba
You will observe thousands Cosmoses
At its beach of Eternity,
So, we are such little
And such great.
Each living creature loves peaceful life
so innately fights against aggressors
and defense makes the defenders stronger.
Usually the rich sources are attacked by invaders
And giving up is equal to death.
this is our story at a glance
during our glorious history
we hate all of the war beginners
and we love our unknown Patriots.
The sad world is looking for delight
and fortune is as rare as the Gabriel feather
And the garden of words is gloomy
We belong to the family of
“mountain” is my father
“sea” is my mother
“trees” are my brothers
And “stars” my sisters
Those infinite exclamatory and question marks are my cousins
And “you” are my friends
The world is a complex dictionary
Some of us are Nouns, Verbs, etc.
Regular or irregular,
And all of us are meaningful and important words
And none of us can be erased form that lexicon
If so, the being glossary would be incomplete
We are words
And live in the world of words
A few of us are high frequent and some are less
Some of us are summarized in a short single line
And some should be interpreted by more than one world
Some of us are proverbs, idioms, slangs
And even taboos
We are words
And stand for our thoughts
We are flags of our thoughts kingdom
And we are symbolic movable signs of our aspirations
All of us are searching for lucks
And prosperity happens at minds
And our good fortune is product of our thoughts
And thoughts are spirit of words
And words are spirit of world
And the world is sad
And the words are gloomy
Each of us is a word
Each of us is a world
And the world is searching for shiny words
Oh LOVE, come and shatter our untrue world
And refresh our glossary words.
October 31, 2008 / Azar 5, 1387
My little brave canoe of love
is carrying my furious volcano of revenge
In a familiar stormy sea
and an unknown dark night.
The canoe is mourning and searching the Blood Vortex
In an endless beginning tide
and a crowded loneliness,
and the volcano is going to awake
to elegize and eternalize the saddest narration of love and life's
in memories of Hiroshima and Nagazaki
and Iranian Flight number 655
To find the depth of the massacre
let's light our candles of hearts in the chest of history
by Putting ourselves instead of those innocent peace messengers.
Let's imagine the bloody moments
And rebuild and review the massacre:
It was lunch time of Sunday July 3, 1988
The waitresses were serving the packed foods
And the mothers were feeding their dear ones
and speaking to each other happily.
The Iron bird was calmly flying at sky
On the usual path of civilian flights,
The space of j ourney was full of sweet fragrance of affections.
And everything was OK
Suddenly, the whole thing was ended
by missile of the damned Vincennes
And 290 torn bodies were dancing
From the sky to the sea
And the Persian Gulf became their purplish grave.
They had no time to understand what happened
Even, the parents couldn't hug their children,
Accordingly, "the Axis of Evils" said:
"I'm not an apologize-for-America kind of guy."
And foolishly regarded the massacre as closed,
But every free thinker regards it as an open issue forever
As the unforgettable memories of Hiroshima and nagazaki.
Surely, we have power and right to avenge
But we never pay back evil by evil
We give peace flowers to US nation and all human beings,
This is our heavenly revenge.
I’m a target
a double-faced target
My chest and back are painted with colored circles
The smallest one is the Golden point of dueling,
and one who can exactly shoot at my heart
is the final winner.
And the Warmongers and Arms dealers are always winners.
And I've been the holy loser forever.
As a traditional and historical target
I'm the center point of existence and humanity
I'm your mother
Do not aim at me, dear.
When you are sitting hopelessly
in the flames of anxiety and loneliness,
A pleasant gift
is neither a red rose nor a love letter
and not a heart-marked undergarment
but a Piece of Peace News.
When the floods of bloods
are running, madly here and there
When the people are used as
Experimental Guinea Pigs
By researchers of Satanic Powers
When the horror of the Mushroom Clouds
cast a vast shadow on the dreams of the world
when the brain of Earth is inflamed with
the horrible tumor of Atomic weapons
and one of them may visit you
or your anonymous friends
before or after 24 October (1945-10-24)
no present is more desirable and ideal
than a piece of peace news.
Angels are still crying
for the innocent victims of terrorism
who were burnt and buried
in such a huge vertical grave.
Who is responsible for this massacre
that injured the hearts of sky and earth?
Mafia and Terrorism
are two wings of devilish politicians
that no one is safe from the tricks of
these hated little Demons.
Angels are crying still
not only for the innocent victims of
11th September of 2001
but also for the previous and the next victims
of those Satan’s bed fellows.
Love is not the unbridled lustful nasty pleasures.
It's a holy lasting fondness
Between Creatures and the Creator
And has different meanings and levels:
Fondness between Believers and prophets
Parents and their children,
Families and relatives
mankind and all creatures
between canonical Married couples.
I'm not a poet
I’m the shouter of our global pains
And looking for treatment.
I'm shouting all the human pains,
Poverty, discrimination, injustice.
And all the pains are tolerable and curable
Except the pain of deadly wars.
I love peace and hate war
And should shout to be involved in healing the world.
As an afflicted soul, I cannot be calm
and decorate my face with untruthful smiles.
I'm not a poet
And my wounded words are not poems.
This bunch of words
is the ashes of my burnt garden of pains, sobs, shouts, and tears.
My share of this world is only shouting,
And the victims of the frequent wars
are the bloody words of my shouts
and a various collection of dead bodies
are still marching in my volcano mind.
I live with the grieves and pains of hopeless people
and what I've learned from them is shouting.
I'm not a poet and not want to be known so;
But as the broken mirror of disasters and lost wishes
I’m the silent and injured shouting of human misfortunes
and as much as I can I should shout
to show the real face of the world to the world
and looking for friends to spread love and peace.
I'm not a leader nor a politician
I am the old wound of humanity,
and the injured emotions of all mothers
who are still mourning for their killed dear ones.
War is ugly but defense is Holy and Beautiful
and a cultural defense is the best.
I am a survivor of imposed wars
I hate War but if the enemies impose us another war
I’ll fight against them with all my heart, as the past
to be sacrificed for my nation and mother-land.
I’m not a poet but a broken mirror of wars
And shout my pains in dumbness language
And waiting for a remedy
And know, I, myself is the remedy
I should change and enlighten this dark world
As much as a renascent firefly can.
The root of life tree is love
Its trunk is peace
Welfare, security and calmness are its leaves and fruits.
A tree without trunk hasn't any leaf and fruit or shade
The enemies of humanity usually cut and fell the trunk
But the root may remain alive
and should be watered to grow up again
So, the root of peace, security and welfare is LOVE
Which should be planted in the heart of the world.
Insecurity is due to lack of Peace
And lack of peace is due to lack of love
If people love each other and try to spread peace,
they will gain security and calmness.
Think, you have everything
Health, wealth, fame, family, and good friends
But if you haven't security, you have nothing.
Our world has everything except peace and security
And has nothing.
God gives people everything
But security should be created by them
By planting love in societies and harvesting peace
Which is the trunk of security and welfare.
Security, calmness and certainty
are indications of paradise in our life
and this world is the farm of the next world
and one who has been in HELL at this world
will also be in fire after death.
you may have not faith in Judgment Day
but you have faith in love, peace, security and welfare
everyone needs these heavenly gifts in this world
So, in this field they are our well-wisher friends.
Global peace might be regarded as the most impossible desire
But this is our simplest and attainable hope.
nothing on the earth is more beautiful than peace
and this is our heavenly wealth
which we like to give to the world
if they want to taste the rapture of peace beauties.
all human beings love peace
so all of us are of the same mind and idea
but liking peace is not enough
we should try and pray for establishing peace
and improve and protect it.
and everybody who does so
is our coreligionist.
We were each other in our childhood
and nothing could separate us
Even borders, walls and barbed wires
But the warlords stole our sincere love
And sold their warfare products to us
And we began to kill each other.
now, nothing can join us
except that stolen and missing love
which is the God-sent-key for paradise of union,
and the missing link of fortune.
Let's make our holy sincere nests
In our twisted arms and united chests.
we are alike
We are really the same
We are each other
Even behind borders, walls and barbed wires
But still according to death traders:
we are (enemies of) each other.
let's return to our childhood love-land
and change our minds to change the world’s fate
and enjoy ourselves in such a heavenly state.
let's let love start us anew
and reborn us at the mind of our childhood shiny orchards.
We were chained lions and caged eagles
Under the persecution of tyrants.
We battled bravely for freedom and peace
Some of us were injured, arrested or killed
And some never returned to their homes.
But finally we defeated two brutal and blood thirsty dictators
And obtained our bloody victory,
not cheap and easy but as valued as our lives.
Peace is a natural reward of our resistance
That The Almighty God gave us.
Because of resistance and peace
Now we are at the peak of our power,
And protect our costly peace to the last drop of our blood
But we like to share our expensive peace
with other nations, not by force, but with love.
The enemies of humanity have imposed us wars
but we have imposed peace to them
They try to convince the people
that there isn't any enemy and enmity in this world
but people know that enemy and enmity
is the realest fact in our world.
peace is a two-sided flag
love and hate
loving peace and its friends
and hating its enemies.
The tyrants want to decrease the right-seeking-movements
but we want to increase Peace thunders
Because we enrich the divine love
and produce peace
and export it to the peace-seeker-heart of the world.
Days, years and centuries
Are passing without any change
in the mind of Scarecrows
who cannot think of changing their world.
From when we opened our eyes just saw bloodshed
and became accustomed to death plays
If we don't hear the news of crimes, one day
We think something horrible happened to our Earth.
We are drowning in the stinking ocean of politics
until death comes
and take us to the land of forgetfulness.
Who can change the world?
In this horrible and insecure situation
by means of these simplest words and structures?
Even though we cannot change anything in the world
At least we can change our thoughts
And if all of us change ourselves
The world will be changed consequently.
All of the miseries of the world is due to lack of love
And if the people love each other their miseries will end soon,
That's the miracle of LOVE.
Our enemies declare that the world cannot be changed
And no one can save the world
And changing it, is sin
They implanted this destructive idea in the hemispheres minds To
change people into some Avant-garde Scarecrows and vertical
with no thinking about prosperity,
And with no responsibility for the global pains,
But lastly we will change the world
Because we are The Superior of the Creatures
I'll conquer the world
Without expense, troops and weapons
My army is so strong that will smash all the world's military
forces if they do hostility.
My armies will eliminate discrimination and injustice.
All of the armies of the world
Except aggressors, are under my celestial flag.
My holy and peace keeper armies are emancipators and
Protectors of peace
and the hearts of people around the world are in my camp.
All human beings like beauty
And the most beautiful thing in the world is peace
-the greatest gift of the God to humanity-
And my armies give the same gift to people,
So all of my armies are cooperators of the Creator
And people love them as they love The Almighty God.
The thirsty world is waiting
And counting the moments to hug me
I AM LOVE
The masterpiece of Creations
The Spirit of the Universe
The heritage of all the apostles
The main Reason for constructing the creation
The guarantor of prosperity and human happiness
And provider of security and lasting peace.
I will make borderless world, without continents
Black and white, rich and poor are alike
And the First and Third Worlds do not exist in my heavenly
I'll make all people the lovers of God
In my authority all the creatures, particularly human beings
will experience the real taste of life
I hate war beginners and aggressors
And they hate me
And will soon celebrate my bloodless Victory
Upon the graves of my martyred lovers.
It still rains hailstone in the orchard of moments
And we are wandering among daydreaming nightmares
Whose mouths are full of decayed crocodiles.
In this dark vortex of bewilderment
We grasp the stalks to rescue our remaining lives.
That is what we have done, through centuries
From sunrise to sunset, from dusk to dawn.
It still rains hails
On our emotion gardens
And the innocent blossoms are under volley of bullets,
while in the cozy backyard of UN
The warlords are dividing the world between themselves,
This is not the first attack nor the last one to our villages and
And the scenario is continuing…
The appointed date was coming
and I had prepared everything beforehand.
The space was full of the sweet fragrance of relief
And the waiting ages were over.
The lovely signs of my beloved presence
Were melting the hearts of heavenly lovers,
And my lily emotion flowers were playing with stars
And I smelled the aroma of their thoughts,
And touch their enviable heartbeats.
The holy mosque of Jamkaran
was the Campsite of the weekly meeting of global peace lovers as
the representatives of all cities and nations
who talked to each other in their common mother tongues: The
forgotten dialect of tears and smiles.
Anyway, my fantastic bliss was face to face me;
But I didn't know how to behave and what to say.
What affecting word should I put in advance?
Which one of my complaint stories should be narrated?
How could I express my desires and requests?
What would I..? Which could I..? How did I..?
I was surrounded by wordless hopes and wishes.
So I closed my eyes to concentrate on my new fate.
meanwhile i heard the lovers’ whispers and prays:
….O’ God help the heir of the Apostles
remove miseries from the world
write the best fortunes for human beings
We are waiting for your promised Savior
To set up justice and peace tent in the world
Help him complete all right deeds
And remove wrong manners
O’ God make his mission fast
And make people happy
And by him give security and calmness to all nations
O’ God give us a blissful life by him
And Show us that enlighten dear one
who will perform your rules in the world….
Doubtlessly he was among his lovers,
And the population spirit
was reflecting his same prays and universal wishes
but I was selfishly involved with my personal desires.
The borders of reality and superstations had been mixed
And in this disordered ocean of illusion
I was full of emptiness
I was petrified and my stony brain was barren of decision.
I looked like an icy statue in a frozen territory
Meanwhile I felt a sincere warm healing stroke of sympathy
in my iceberg's heart and
trembled my heart
And melt my soul
And my tears flowed
And a lantern lit in me
I didn't know who hanged it to my ice-covered feeling tree?
Who implanted it in my drought parting centuries?
I had been sentenced to life
And in this manner I was lanterned(!) to love.
Oh fate, what did you do to my faith?
Selfishness was my mistake in the previous dates
The lantern was reviewing and correcting my errors
Specially from Tuesday evenings to Wednesday mornings
which was our new date.
How this new meeting time was appointed?
Perhaps none of the lovers knew
But their presence at this appointment
Was a sign of a general meeting and common wishes
Who knows? But the lantern of my heart
became brighter and more sensitive
At these mysterious nights.
Wasn't this night the sixth day of creation?
I wouldn't understand these scarlet concepts
But I learned a fact from the lantern's existence:
A real lover should be as a lantern,
silent, bright, and without any request.
A lover should have many words to hear
but no word to say.
All of the lovely words of a lantern can be
only a wordless greeting and nothing else.
My lantern is now waiting for my new Date and Fate
And by its enlightenment I know that
The Savior is like the sun behind clouds
And I should search his presence in his absence
Since, he is apparent in the rain of tears, thunder of weeping,
breeze of smiles and fountain of prays and worships,
he is visible when and where The God is present,
And if I want to be one of his truthful followers
I should fall in love with existence,
As all of his lovers.
You are not a foreigner tourist; you are our familiar relative.
You are not a stranger guest; you are our coexistent friend.
You are not an unknown traveler;
we are fellow travelers and fellow believers.
We are travelers of the same road to truth and eternity.
You are not an outsider passer-by;
you are our compatriot in the borderless land of peace and love.
We have been ancient companion of the same history and
We are cognate words of the same divinely book.
We live in the same earth, nature, world and UNIVERSE.
I love the universe and all of its particles and its CREATOR.
Our evergreen Heart is full of your Creator’s love.
We are universally coexist relatives and everlasting friends.
You are not a foreigner, nor a stranger or an unknown traveler;
I invite you to our Seven Cities of Love,
and receive you with our ancient and universal peace and
we're waiting for you
Money, not only has occupied the place of humanity
But also the place of God in this world.
Not only governments,
But most of the people are also money- worshippers
And all of their social relations are based on money
In Addition to making wars, some governments
Also create terrorists and gangsters.
The weapon maker factories
are scenario-writers and stage directors of all killing scenes.
Death traders bring all criminals into being
to spread insecurity, disorder and violence in societies
only in a such space of horror and terror
the weapon mafia can continue its demonic and dirty life
and we should change the space to love and peace
to boycott the mafia trades.
Seeds and Fruits
Love is the seed of family
Family is seed of society
Society is seed of the world
And the human beings are the fruits of these seeds.
Mankind is a heavenly social being
and needs laws, leaders and governments
most of which are chosen by people
And they should act as the servants of people
But the state is upside-down
After climbing up the ladder of votes
they become masters of people.
All people like to have power
Some of them see the power in weapons
some in wisdom and some in both
As a matter of fact each person and nation
Should be powerful to fight against aggressors
But the real power is wisdom
By which one distinguishes his enemies and friends
To prevent wars and protect peace.
All of the nations and religions are brothers
and do not like to kill each other
But the weapon-makers whose theory is
“Divide and rule”
Always put the flames of disunion and division
Between the nations and rule over them.
They are always behind all these propaganda tricks
And play a two-way role and rule:
creating hot and cold wars
Cold War in the mass media
by destructing "family" and killing "real love" in societies
and the hot one by creating wars and clashes.
After launching the civil and foreign wars.
They sell their weapons to both sides
and fulfill their wishes and goals.
they kill the seeds of existence for their benefits.
And people are always victims and slaves of The Media Empires .
God has given us the right to choose our own destiny
And it's our right to vote or veto.
War or Peace?
I vote on war against the enemies of peace
And veto peace against the friends of war.
And all universal free thinkers are our co-voters
With help of whom we will rebuild the United Nations laws
And revive our human rights.
Clouds of flags on their shoulders
The volcanoes are walking steadily
And Euphrates flowing in their eyes.
The sky is full of mourns
And from time to time breaks into bursts.
With no expectation of reward or income
Through hills, deserts, villages and cities
20 million lovers, men and women, old and young pilgrims
even barefoot, in cold and rainy roads
are heading to love center of existence
To attend the yearly ceremony of Master of Martyrs.
They are completely armless and fearless
And willingly passing through this sacred path
Despite of having been threatened with bomb attackers
And every moment a bomb may explode in their crowds.
These self-created streams of pure feelings
don't fit in the mind of the world
and not be accorded with any formula and criteria.
They are travelling to Karbala
only for the sake of Love and Peace.
This worldwide attendance and presence is
The largest gathering of peace lovers in the world ever recorded
The greatest meeting on anti-war, anti-terrorism and anti-violence
The most popular meeting of human lovers and peace helpers
They are the messenger of peace to all people and organizations
But the blind imperialistic mass media
censures these incredible global peace-seeking springs.
this heavenly presence is an international referendum
to vote to Love, peace, security and global unity
They vote against the war and war-makers and terrorists.
This epic presence vetoes the vote of the Media Empire
and bypass the Global Domination System.
This yearly lovingly and peaceful global gathering is held
To remind the Martyrdom of Imam Hussein (AS)
Our killed dear Imam, the blood of The God
And the spirit of our divine love and peace.
They are real waiters of The Savior of humanity
and trying to provide the base for peace and justice on Earth
Without the help of governments and international organizations.
This peaceful flood becomes greater and stronger every year
And many hearts fly with them to Love-land of peace.
not just in these forty days
But during all our lives we live with his love.
Some may ask:
Why mourning after 1,400 years?
The response is shiny:
-Because history is always repeating
This is our epical presence
With no war and bloodshed
Without destruction and violence
Without investment of global organizations.
Doubtlessly, all free thinkers of the world
may interpret and analyze this extraordinary event correctly:
Love is the final winner of all conflicts
And Peace is the fulfilled Promised wish of humanity
And the sun of truth and virtues is rising…
And we're waiting to see The Sun of Truth .
Heroes never die
House is on Fire
And the flames go to sky
The sound of crying and moaning
can be heard from inside
People stand around
And no one can enter in
A mother and her two children are surrounded by fire
And the people around are praying for them
And no one can help them, meanwhile
The Fire Fighters arrive
Two heroes go into the fire waves
Mother and two children are saved with difficulty
But at the last moment the house is ruined
And one of the fire fighters remains under ruins
Other heroes go to help him
But the hero has martyred.
War is like this event
The enemy burned our homeland
And people were surrounded by fire
The soldiers went to help them
And saved people and the country
But some soldiers were killed
And burned in the flames of war
And even their ashes never returned to their families.
They are always alive
And never be forgotten
They are heroes of our motherland
And our heroes never die.
The martyrs are alive forever
they belong to all people
And all people love them.
The new generation of kids
The kids are future-makers,
They are garden of virtues
and the polished mirrors of God's beauties
but when they grow old forget their responsibilities
they leave their holy wishes in their previous paradise
and come to adult zone with no plan of future making
and deliver their childhood missions to their children.
In adulthood they may be the enemies of each other
and kill their friends and brothers
even, they may become the enemies of existence
or will be changed into, slaves, gladiators, terrorists and gangsters
so, the task of future making will be postponed to next futures
and subsequently wars are continuing
and the world is always in fire
and fire is always in the world.
Parents don't want their children be killed
But they unwisely buy them toy guns
And indirectly teach them violence
And prepare them for future wars
To kill and be killed.
But I know a new generation of kids
who forbid the use of war toys
and by help of their parents and teachers
have peace group in their classes
and organize peace associations in their villages and cities
and weekly send peace improving letters
to global and national leaders
And have decided to run their peaceful dreams in adulthood.
Children should be powerful
and distinguish their friends and enemies.
They should be armed with wisdom
And by means of their heavenly powers
Cultivate their motherlands
With the peace flowers.
The very tiny galaxy of our union beings
whose lovely song is heard from all the things
only by love may be explored and discovered, a bit
a twinkling bit
as little as the whole universe, not more!
I've set up a small sky colored tent on the Earth
As large as all lovers hearts
There is enough space in my tent for all
And no one occupies the place of others
My tent is a base for World peace protectors
to unite all other lovers of the world
for promoting and spreading love and peace
Against all enemies of humanity.
I've raised the tent of my heavenly hopes
On the disappointed heart of the world And
hung in it my small lantern of love To
praise The Creator of all creatures. and to
help all peace-loving nations.
I set up my peace tent
And hung my lantern of heart at its ceiling
And now I know that
The lovers will come into it
And hang their heart near my lantern
it will be a worldwide tent with billions of love lanterns.
My tent is the same heart that burnt in Ashoora And
my heart is the same tent that burnt in karbala.
When demons demonstrate their notions strongly
Why don’t we introduce our faith simply?
They changed the real function of
Religions, arts and literature
They want religions fight against each other,
And arts be involved with sensual pleasures,
And literature sings lullabies for napping people
Thus, the freedom has been exiled to desert of loneliness
And the humanity has fallen into oblivion;
In such an inversion mode
there is no time to be romantic or pedantic.
Let's introduce our faith clearly :
Loving God and his creatures is its essence,
The global unity is its spirit,
the universal peace is its root,
praying and trying to form a worldwide security is its aim,
and the best future for Human and Earth is its heavenly gift;
our belief is a heavenly pearl
But when a pearl is handled and overused carelessly
It may become dirty and broken,
And our idea is the same pearl.
Islam is peace and love
But may be abused by some wrongdoers
as all religions.
The slaves are subjects of ownership
And as the animals, they can be sold, bought or Slaughtered
Or may be given to friends as gifts
They only must live for the sake of their owners’ benefits.
And ought to be happy and take pleasure from their dark lives.
As their Lords want, they should wear, eat, drink and copulate
to produce new slaves.
Manufacturing Weapons of Mass Destruction
is the greatest international trade
and according to the new global discipline
people are the slaves of these death-traders.
who sell, buy or slaughter people as animals;
And we contrary to their requests
Should return to our aims of creation
And live in peace and love
To shut down their flourishing bloody international markets
And even to forbid the use of all their non-military goods
Especially war toys.
Orchard of prophets
As the honey bees
every second thousands of God's angles visit my temple of heart
to drink the nectar of peace
and make the honey of unity
Existence is the God's land
And God has sent many prophets to his lands
Each of us is also one of the God's cultivated lands
and the God has planted a prophet at our heart
so none of God's lands is without prophet
And our inner messenger is acquainted with those outer prophets
And both have the same aim, mission and interests.
When we are not in Godly mode
a prophet is caged inside our cell of Souls
Or is chained in our prison of freedom
As if, a paradise of unity would be exiled into our hell of
But when we feel affection for the unity in humanity
Our inner prophet is inspirited by god
And the paradise wakes, breathes and captures our hell.
When we feel anxious about peace
Or Feel the beauties of the global united smiles
Or feel disgusted about people's miseries
Our inner prophet is inspired
and re-appointed by God
And our souls will be dominated by God's angels
So, at these timeless moments
we are the messengers of God
and we should try to change the world prophetically.
When we Godly think about the prosperity and fortune of others
our Land of life will become Coaxial with existence
and The Almighty God and all of his angels
are our specific Helpers and Directors.
In the mood of loving peace and hating war
Each of our hearts is one of the sunflowers of Eden
And the magnificent blossomed flowers of eternal paradise
grow tall in our timeless moments.
regardless of Nation, race and even religion
we can be the earthly manifestation of God
as the TREE of TuR
because we are not less than a tree but more than that.
When we feel the God's everlasting art
We are his prophet, at least in our land of life
And should change our world.
In the most fertile lands of The Lord
Everything is ready.
And we are created to change the world
And our tomorrow should be better than today
And no one can help us except ourselves.
"When there is a will, there is a way"
So, pass through yourself
And defeat yourself
And win yourself
And Love all nations and religions
But If your home attacked by aggressors
Defend bravely Until the last drop of blood.
The history of literature
has a friendliness feature.
The literature of history
Is an artificial creature
The history of literature
has been written by all lovers
the literature of history
has been the dictate of rulers.
The history of literature
is so grace and sincere
it is full of the nice words
such as "honey" and "my dear".
The literature of history
is filled with curse and terror
which was written dreadfully
by order of each Emperor.
The coming day is based on
the history of literature
The literature may rescue
the history as a teacher.
Here and there, wandering
I’m looking for something
A tree? A bird? I don ’t know.
A polished mirror of love being.
Oh, darling let me confess
My ailment is lovesickness
Nothing can heal me, except
Your lovely charm and shyness
Your life-giving two black eyes
That chasing me as spies
are my missing keys of life
by which I fly to skies
Let them be cordial with me
Let me sink in them freely
No need to kill me, darling
I have been “your eyes” devotee.
The world is always inspired by God
And each of us is a unique alive death
Thus, he is the world
But the world isn’t he.
Dobeyti is one the oldest form of Persian poetry which is flowing as
blood in the veins of Iranians. It's used by all classic and pop singers in
various musical divisions, and also in all social and religious
ceremonies. This simple and sincere form of Iranian poetry involves
the tragic and joyful memories of lovers and beloveds, wisdom,
philosophy and mysticism. Usually the fourth line of Dobeyti (which is
the last line) is more attractive than the three previous ones. Baba
Taher Oryan is the most distinguished Iranian poets in this field.
The following verses are my experiences in composing dobeyti in
English and I know because of many differences in both Farsi and
English, these are neither as well as Farsi dobeyties nor the English
verses, especially regarding the English pronunciation which confines
These English dobeyties have been more interesting and amusing for
students of English and those who live abroad. Dobeyti should be read
as its Farsi equivalent, ignoring the rules of English pronunciation and
There are two oldest popular forms in Farsi literature which consist of
only four lines. They are more similar but have some differences in
rhythm and meter. The first one is dobeyti (the works of Baba Taher)
and the second one is Robaaee (the works of Khayam).
Each dobeyti and robaae consists of four identical lines. In other
words, they have two lines, each one has two other half lines. They are
not similar to English couplet. Because a couplet consists of two lines
and the total lines may be more than four. But a dobeyti or a robaae is
not more nor less than four lines, and a complete meaning about an
event or emotional experiences should be put in these four lines. Each
line in Dobeyti consists of 11 short and long syllables but Robaaee has
more syllables and is a little complicated.
havoc is your eternal architecture
chaos , of your discipline , is a picture
a bit of your heavenly art , O LOV E
frankly , is the cosmos structure
11 June, 2006
the existence aim is love, nothing else
the death and life name is love, nothing else
the being is a lovingly film , by God
essence of each frame is love, nothing else
from your land, my love-bird , emigrate
as if you are glad and will celebrate
never I lose my oath and loyalty
even you increase your anger and hate
Lovers always have been distressful
all of the hard-hearted are blissful
in spite of sorrow and afflictions
love is so surprising and peaceful
Saturday, 10 June, 2006
Fragrance of affection fill the garden
News of your arrival heal the garden
Dear, if you delay, as past, at last
The pain of loneliness will kill the garden.
The night is an image of your black eyes
One of your signs of face is the sunrise
The world is pilgrim of love’s shrine
Lover of my beloved, so, never dies.
Autumn had rushed into my green heart
Sorrow, painted gray, my garden of art
The rainfall of tears, God may bless it,
assisted my blossom how to start.
Flames of your lovingly eyes will burn
all of the interested hearts, in turn.
Seven billions sunken suns at last
Suddenly, be switched on by a lantern.
 - There isn't such a goddess in mythology; I used it to refer to a global need.
 - zen is a kind of meditation in Buddhism, but here is only a symbolic term for all
kinds of intuition
 - A famous quotation from Islamic mysticism.
 -[Quran -Al-Baqarah- 187] …They are clothing for you and you are clothing for
- [Quran -Ar-rum- 21] And of His signs is that He created for you from
yourselves mates that you may find tranquility in them; and He placed between
you affection and mercy. Indeed in that are signs for a people who give thought.
[Sahih International translation]
 - [Quran -An-nisa34] Men are in charge of women by [right of] what Allah has
given one over the other and what they spend [for maintenance] from their
wealth. So righteous women are devoutly obedient, guarding in [the husband's] absence what Allah would have them guard… [Sahih International translation]
 -Gabriel is the most powerful angle of The God, and Gabriel
feather is an idiom in Persian that points to shortage, insufficiency, scarceness and unavailability
 -The highest mountain peak and volcano in Japan.
 -The nuclear attacks on the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in
August 1945during the final stage of World War II, by USA, which killed at least
 - Iran Air Flight 655 from Tehran to Dubai was shot down by USS Vincennes
On 3 July 1988 which led to the loss of life of 290 innocent people from six
nations including 66 children. There were 38 non-Iranians aboard. Certainly, the
downing of flight 655 has been the deadliest tragedy in aviation history, but
comparing to Hiroshima and nagazaki nuclear bombardment; it is the smallest
crime of USA cruel rulers against humanity and existence.
 - Birthday of UN.
 - The Arbaeen Pilgrimage is the largest religious gathering that is held every year
at the end of the 40-day mourning period following Ashura, the religious ritual for
the commemoration of the Prophet Mohammad's grandson Hossein ibn Ali's
Martyrdom in 680C.E.
Arba'een marks a "pivotal event in history" in which the pilgrims make their journey
to Karbala on foot, where Husayn ibn Ali, the third Imam of Shia, and his army were
killed and beheaded by the army of Yazid.
Some of the pilgrims make their journey from cities as far as Basra, about 500 km
away by road. (source: Wikipedia)
 - Now when Moses had fulfilled the term, and was travelling with his family, he
perceived a fire in the direction of Mount Tur. He said to his family: "Tarry ye; I
perceive a fire; I hope to bring you from there some information, or a burning
firebrand, that ye may warm yourselves."
But when he came to the (fire), a voice was heard from the right bank of the
valley, from a tree in hallowed ground: "O Moses! Verily I am Allah, the Lord of
Quran: Sura AL-QASAS (THE STORIES) verses: 29 and 30
Translated by: parsquran site,Yusufali.