Here, you'll find nothing
nothing
not even the sound of a butterfly's wings
nothing
wait...
listen carefully...
and think
think
any breath
in any sentence
any palpitation
in any word,
is a sound;
it is me
...


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Monday, February 16, 2009

O love, how have I felt thy pain
Ask me not how
O absence, how I drank thy bane
Ask me not how

In quest, throughout the world I erred
And whom at last, have I preferred
O ask not whom

In hope her threshold's dust to spy
How streamed down my longing eye
O ask not how

Why bite my friends their lips, displeased
Know they what ruby lip seized
O ask not when

But yester-night, this every ear
Such language from her mouth did hear
O ask not what

Like Hafez, in love's mazy round
My feet, at length, their goal have found
O ask not where

درد عشقی کشیده ام که مپرس
زهر هجری چشیده ام که مپرس

گشته ام در جهان و آخر کار
دلبری برگزیده ام که مپرس

آنچنان در هوای خاک درش
میرود آب دیده ام که مپرس

من بگوش خود از دهانش دوش
سخنانی شنیده ام که مپرس

سوی من لب چه میگزی که مگوی
لب لعلی گزیده ام که مپرس

بی تو در کلبه گدایی خویش
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همچو حافظ غریب در ره عشق
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behnaz // 4:00 PM
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