کتاب Rain with the taste of love

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Coreligionist of agile riders’ kings

You the Coreligionist, the companion of agile riders
As the raised heads of the generals, but the executed

Forty years of my life will pass heartbroken without you
My heart sore will be reflected on the hands of the spearmen

The Sar’allah of my soul lost in love with union
But I turned into a mirror of mourners in your absence

Every morning and night, the patience stone of my heart caravan
Is the sun to be one of the kings in the way of love

Every row of the murmurs in my broken chest
Is sown to every row of the eyes filled with spring clouds

To blistered feet, wounded heads, and thirsty lips of the victorious army of love
I asked my God: you the creator of love in the restless heart of knighthood

To the sweet moment of your real friends’ union, if he is not there and I do not see him
What should I do with the blisters of my heart, me, the confused resident of the neighborhood of the restless

The messiah of my soul, reside in my soul and body so that the melodies of my heart
Turn into the manic and evil poetry of all poets in the Nineveh of your look

The birth of human manifestation

O, you the reason for my joy and happiness, Dirhams and Dinars of the world for you
The dawn of your birth is the command for the blossom of love, you be a flower though it is autumn

You have come so that the spring remains fresh and lively in autumn
Autumn wears the dress of heart and soul so beauty remains eternal

In the mass of leave fall in November, you are evergreen like a thousand-year-old cypress
Thousands of Allahu Akbar, you are two hundred bubbling springs, the rolling pearl of a single gem

As the same manifestation of human that God had clapped for him at the time of his creation
While the earth and the sky singing songs and angels playing the Daf

You opened your eyes and the dust of sorrow got wiped off the gloomy face of the world
You opened your hands and the flowers of smile of appeared abundantly
Like a mountain, you kept the fiery lava only in your heart

You became the dandelion of love and hope and placed the vitality of faith in your face
All the ponds, seas and oceans are a drop in your chest
The mirror of the heart, all the raindrops are into watching your pure heart

My rainy cloud, every part of your body is blessed by God and calls God
Every breath of yours is free from both worlds and the creator of your world and asks for the creator of your world

In the course of flying over the peak of love, you have the same thoughts of birds
Interwoven in love with, you have the same root with all kindness

My excellency of love, stay until the colorful nature of every four seasons remains
You are the only healer of my nature, the concept of originality is the same as originality

Every second, I am caressing the passionate buds of your love
I am drowned in your maniacal eyes, the enchanted poet of your magic

Unprecedented souvenir, your arrival is a good news for all my patience
I am drunk on the wine of reaching to you, with you I am cut off from all my loneliness

I composed your birthday so that you know I am your seductive but crazy Layla
I am your melancholy in the mind, your turmoil among hands, and flower and butterfly for you

 

Fine seed

I was sitting as a tiny seed dancing in the wind
My buds were green and red, sometimes full of song, sometimes silent

As if I was restless for opening the fence of your soul garden and your eyes
I had passed a thousand of fields while drunk and confused

As if green hope was hugging my thin roots
In every second of this life, I had scared of longing for spring

Ultimately, I was planted in a very cold January
In the soul and body of an Ahurai garden that I had thought about since childhood

The sun had told me all your signs on the way of my growth
I grew in the height of your brightness as if I had slept under your shadow for years

As the nature implied, I was grafted to your every-lovely roots in winter
I swear to the pulse of your chaotic pulse, you knew how attached I was at the time of graft

Until I become light with you, I get well, I become a beloved lover
I had reached your existence by passing through a hundred seasons

My safe tablet in mania, madness and chaos
I had drawn your image on my chest in the world above

Now that you are caressing this tiny seed wholeheartedly
They wonder about your name, I have called you “love, soul of love”

I spent forty happy Aprils in this world
I felt pleasant in the paradise of your chest that night and dawn when I had composed about you

King of my soul

You became the king of my soul, I became the poet of your court
I was unware of the same position of poet and prisoner in your court

I enthusiastically accepted to be the poet of your imprisonment
What a pity you do not drown in the sea of your restless lyrics
You are as bright as the morning in the whole world
So why did your endless dark nights become mine?

Within the unmarked corridors of this chaotic era
I am the strange storyteller of your dream, whether obviously or secretly

How to gain strength from the bottom of the earth to the heaven
And raise my voice to the level of your recklessness

When can I embrace your look in the spring within the shelter of the safe silk
Until this unraveled soul rests with the sound of your lullaby

What an unparalleled wonder, what a wonderful connection for the resurrection of my heart
You are the only one I sewed my poem to your incomparable body

In the heart-rending separation, just like a singing partridge
I will die, burn, and dance to the music of your maniacal eyes

All my feverish words are sacrificed for the sparkle of your smile
My soul is exhausted, so when will the vastness of your rainy hands reach

To every piece of the sunlight, to every drop of the moonlight
I hung the manifestation of your name in the peak of your nameless silence

My lute-playing minstrel, make a fuss in my head, in my arms
Cross out the poetry of your remoteness with thousands of loyalty songs

Story of thirty birds and phoenix

How blessed I am to turn into the manifestation of your unparalleled nature
They sing the verse (نفخت فیه من روحی) for me in your grandeur court

In the heaven, the angels and the kingdom prostrated to me
I became your neighbor in your heaven, the companion of your shadow and knowledge

You blessed me with abundance and wheedled me in a thousand ways
The devil’s fight darkened my sanctity in your maniacal court

I collapsed and tears became the ointment for my wound
You would see the turbulence of my sigh sea and say: I am your God

You would write me with all your signs that
I miss you, but as your servant and ruler way

A deep line in one of your letters (نحن اقرب من حبل الورید)
Became the onset of my good life, the beginning and the end of everything in your infinity

When you soothed my tears, you wrote another letter again
(یداله فوق ایدیهم) I am no longer upset because of your grace, your eternal kindness

As if love was the summary of all letters, verses, and signs
You did not write, but this secret unwritten truth of yours burnt me
You became blood money for the countless dead of your love
The story of thirty birds and phoenix became the rule of connection to your messianic breath

You, my master painter who paint ornament on stones
Since I describe your sovereignty that your heavenly wine has taken me

You are both the sunlight and the moonlight

I swear by the sad sound of the reed, lute, chaghane, harp, and rubab
When I watch you, I buy sleep for my eyes at a huge price
In the world of dreams, you are showing off and you are in treachery
While I am in tears as if water is taking me away

I talk to you about the conduct of all lovers until dawn
I have questions all day and night and now I have reached the answer

What an answer! The same heavenly and eternal call (ادخلو به سلام آمنین)
You the safe world, I am resolved in you, reward in reward just with you

Your incomparable name has been named as “the second” sun in my life
The candle of my bright nights, I am drowned in your light, as you are both the sunlight and the moonlight

Your separation became a lightning and broke the settlement in my heart
Now, every piece of it became a rainy cloud and highly restless

Like the sequence of night and day, I am immersed in your separation and union
My strength and my power, in my heart, for you, O Allah, understand me

Understand that I am in love with you, but do not free me from the disaster of my love
My supreme heaven, my creator of love, I burn from your separation, you the cause of causes

The same unique lover, the same mind blower in the silence of hearts
The same one who drowned me in a shoreless sea in a non-ending depth
Fairy secret

You look more like the sea, the sky, or the ocean
You are the light of love, a lover with the cold flames of thousands of lanterns

The charming freshness of intense cold in my morning sun
Silence in the cry of my dawn dews

The share of water and prosperity of centuries-old trees
The carrier of clouds and have a treatise in the rain school

You are like a fairy and know about the fairy secret
You are the kingdom of any sign and affect the souls with your eyes

You are the translation of my galactic related words
I swear by the sanctity of soul; you are the summary of all my holy books

My wealth, the happiness of turning the pages of your chest
You have sung the sweetest of your old songs in my ear

The lack of sunset in my whole planet
The vastness of the moon is your prayer, my ever-prostrating pure star

Bright springs

I am the port of your bright springs
That I miss your song forever

As if the world is full of your sense of music
That all my words always get coordinated to create your look

The breadth of love, greenery, spring and light
As if it becomes coordinated with your level of identity

I swear to the joy house of feeling that it is only in one gaze of the deer
My whole heart becomes the same color as its hunting time

What a secret is in every cup of your smile
That is a completely drunk drinker
becomes funny and joyful for everyone

A rainbow with thousands of kindness, hope, and morning
The rainy sky of my soul for your sunrise
is always monochromatic blue

Although ranks are numbered in the army of your lovers
It does not matter in the army of love, soldier of love
Always becomes a devotee of the colonel