Eternal Poetry of “Heydar Baba” by Shahryar

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1 Haydar Baba when it thunders,
Floods rush down
Girls stand back and watch,
I hail your glory and your people,
May you remember our names too.

2 When your partridges take flight,
When the rabbits hop out of the bushes,
When your gardens have burst into blossoms,
May you remember our name too,
And make our depressed hearts happy.

3 When Nowruz gales uproot garden shelters!
And Nowruz flowers and snow drops blossom!
When the clouds wring out their clothes!
Greetings to those who remember us,
Let our sighs turn into mountains.

4 Haydar Baba may the sun warm your back,
Make your smiles and your springs shed tears,
Your children collect a bunch of flowers,
Send it with the coming wind towards us,
Perhaps my sleeping fortune would awaken!

5 Haydar Baba may you be fortunate!
Be surrounded with springs and orchards!
May you live long after us!
The world is paved with events, deaths and losses!
This world has long been childless and an orphan!

Very Beautiful Poetry of Heidar Baba (Khan Nana) By ُShahryar

To all of my Turkish and Azeri brothers and sisters

All Adam’s race are members of one frame, Saadi

All Adam’s race are members of one frame;
Since all, at first, from the same essence came.
When by hard fortune one limb is oppressed,
The other members lose their wonted rest:
If thou feel’st not for others’ misery,
A son of Adam is no name for thee.

Aimé Césaire: A Black Orpheus Puts Away His Lyre

Aimé Césaire, the Matinique poet and political figure died on April 17, 2008 at 94. He had been mayor of the capital city, Fort-de-France for 56 years from 1945 to 2001, and a member of the French Parliament without a break from 1945 to 1993. First elected to Parliament as a member of the Communist Party, he had left the Party in 1956 when he felt that the Communist Party did not put anti-colonialism at the center of its efforts.

A Very Nice Sufi Drum Chant

Rumi: I have returned to sobriety

Why think thus O men of piety
I have returned to sobriety
I am neither a Moslem nor a Hindu
I am not Christian, Zoroastrian, nor Jew

I am neither of the West nor the East
Not of the ocean, nor an earthly beast
I am neither a natural wonder
Nor from the stars yonder

Neither flesh of dust, nor wind inspire
Nor water in veins, nor made of fire
I am neither an earthly carpet, nor gems terrestrial
Nor am I confined to Creation, nor the Throne Celestial

Not of ancient promises, nor of future prophecy
Not of hellish anguish, nor of paradisic ecstasy
Neither the progeny of Adam, nor Eve
Nor of the world of heavenly make-believe

My place is the no-place
My image is without face
Neither of body nor the soul
I am of the Divine Whole.

I eliminated duality with joyous laughter
Saw the unity of here and the hereafter
Unity is what I sing, unity is what I speak
Unity is what I know, unity is what I seek

Intoxicated from the chalice of Love
I have lost both worlds below and above
Sole destiny that comes to me
Licentious mendicity

In my whole life, even if once
Forgot His name even per chance
For that hour spent, for such moment
I’d give my life, and thus repent

Beloved Master, Shams-e Tabrizi
In this world with Love I’m so drunk
The path of Love isn’t easy
I am shipwrecked and must be sunk.

Ó Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada

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Rumi was a great Persian Poet who lived in 1207-1273 . Jalal al-Din Rumi, was born in Balkh ¹ on the 30^th September, 1207. His proper name was Mubammad, title Jalal al-Din and later “Khudawandagar”, “lord”. In his poetry he used the pen-name “khamush” (meaning “silent”) and from the 15^th century came to be known as Mawlawi, the term deriving from his earlier title of Mulla-yi rum, “the learned master of Anatolia”. He was called as “The Greatest Mystery of God” (sirr Allah al-a’zam), while the Persian speaking world usually refers to him as Mawlana. In the West where his fame has spread steadily since the 19^th century he is usually known as Rumi, (meaning from Roman Anatolia). [Iransaga]

A Rumi Poem in persian and english

A Poem from Rumi, How long will I keep burning in your flame

How long will I keep burning in your flame?
How long will you still turn away from me?
How many friends will turn from me in shame?
How long will I still hurt? How long will you be free?

 

from Rumi’s Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi

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