The rose_garden of love

The Rose-Garden of Love

Harm not, attack not, boast not, nor lament;

What gain is there in hatred, or pride in wealth?

Do not let the thorns of this world wound your heart,

Nor carve your soul upon the throne of fortune.

If your garden grants you the fragrance of love,

Do not let the thorns of hatred grow in love’s rose-garden.

For in the end, neither hatred nor treasure remains;

Blessed is the one who leaves this world having brought no sorrow.

گلزار عشق

میاز و متاز و مناز و مرنج

چه بازی به کین و چه نازی به گنج

نه بر خار دنیا دل خویش خراش

نه بر تخت اقبال دل را بتراش

اگر گل به باغت دهد بوی عشق

مکن خار کینه ز گلزار عشق

که آخر ز گیتی نه کین ماند و نه گنج

خوشا آن‌که رفت و نیاورد رنج

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I’ve fallen in love

I saw you, and suddenly reason lost its way,
Your eyes fell on me, and love became my fate.

You rested your head upon your knees,
And I surrendered my heart to you.

Who are you,
That with one glance
You stole my peace, my patience, my soul?

You were only a picture—
Yet you entered my heart,
And from the moment I saw you,
I fell in love.

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The sun of love

[The sun of love]

Ner Chu went in the arms of love

He died and passed out

The female ate him, O alert one

Death became the birth of Jan Negar

The seed was not hidden in the soil

There was no blush on Bostan's face

He loves to give himself up

Don't put your life on the path of your beloved

Whoever passes [I] becomes (us).

If it drops, it will drown in the sea

Love is the custom of spiders and humans

[My] death is the beginning of the path of sadness

Until you see the bite of the fire of love

When will you talk to the sun of love

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On your chest

on your chest

If they sell the world at a glance, I will stop buying heaven just because of your breasts.

There is the beginning of peace in the world, where the thousand-year fatigue of men melts silently like snow on the sun.

Your breasts are not made of flesh, they are of shelter, two dawns that take my displaced nights to the bright embrace of love.

Whenever I put my head on that paradise, time stopped moving, and my heart, like a dove released from a cage, wrote your name on the silent sky of the world.

If one day death knocks on the door of my house, before I close my eyes to the world, I have no wish except that the last beat of my heart falls into an eternal sleep under the shelter of your breasts.

Because love is immortalized sometimes not in words but between two heartbeats of the beloved.

Love in middle age

Love in middle age

No, that is youth fever

that comes with a breeze and leaves with a look;

middle age love

because it is the old roots of the plantain,

It slowly sinks into the depths of the soul

And the storm is not able to tear it.

in middle age,

Love is no longer a fire of straw;

There is a fire in the oven of the old baker.

quiet,

But it bakes the bread of life.

The heart of these years

He no longer trembles at every smile;

But if it trembles,

He shakes with himself all his life.

love in middle age

because the autumn rain is tired on a garden;

wants no bloom,

no excuses spring,

Only the yellow leaves of sadness

It slowly falls from the shoulder of the tree.

who said

Is love the share of youth?

sometimes god

The most beautiful wine of love

The heart pours into the old cup;

for a person to know

Maturity is another name for love.

at this age

Holding the lover's hand

It is not less than conquering the world;

Because they both know

that love is no longer a game of looks;

It is a pact between two souls

who have gone through thousands of failures

and still

They have not lost the courage to love.

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Trump

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ز گفتارش جهان در انتظار است

یکی دیوار سازد دیگری ویران

همه کارش پر از گرد و غبار است

Trump is the messenger of the times

The world is waiting for his speech

One builds a wall, the other destroys it

Everything is full of dust

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