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اهل كاشانم
روزگارم بد نيست
تكه ناني دارم ، خرده هوشي، سر سوزن ذوقي
مادري دارم ، بهتر از برگ درخت
دوستاني ، بهتر از آب روان

و خدايي كه در اين نزديكي است
لاي اين شب بوها، پاي آن كاج بلند
روي آگاهي آب، روي قانون گياه

من مسلمانم
قبله ام يك گل سرخ
جانمازم چشمه، مهرم نور
دشت سجاده من
من وضو با تپش پنجره ها مي گيرم
در نمازم جريان دارد ماه ، جريان دارد طيف
سنگ از پشت نمازم پيداست
همه ذرات نمازم متبلور شده است
من نمازم را وقتي مي خوانم
كه اذانش را باد ، گفته باد سر گلدسته سرو
من نمازم را پي “تكبيره الاحرام” علف مي خوانم،
پي “قد قامت” موج

كعبه ام بر لب آب ،
كعبه ام زير اقاقي هاست
كعبه ام مثل نسيم ، مي رود باغ به باغ ، مي رود شهر به شهر

“حجر الاسود” من روشني باغچه است

اهل كاشانم
پيشه ام نقاشي است
گاه گاهي قفسي مي سازم با رنگ ، مي فروشم به شما
تا به آواز شقايق كه در آن زنداني است
دل تنهايي تان تازه شود.
چه خيالي ، چه خيالي ، … مي دانم
پرده ام بي جان است.
خوب مي دانم ، حوض نقاشي من بي ماهي است

Sohrab Sepehri poems, this poem is one of the well known poems of Sohrab.  صداي پاي آب Sedaye Paye Ab, Sohrab talks about the town was born (Kashan), he was born (Kashan) and about his friends and his mum. He express his feelings about praying time and nature. This poem is very beautiful and I have only typed part of it.

Sohrab Sepehri is a well known modern poet of Iran.

He was born in Kashan (Iran) on 15th of Mehr. His dad always liked art therefore Sohrab showed interest in art from very young age. Sohrab’s dad became disablled after a long illness and Sohrab spent most of his free time painting and learning from his dad. He is considered one of the five most famous modern Persian (Iranian) poets who have practiced “New Poetry” . Other practitioners of this form were Nima Youshij, Ahmad Shamlou, Mehdi Akhavan-Sales, and Forough Farrokhzad, all of whom are now dead.

His poetry is full of humanity and concern for human values. He loved nature and refers to it frequently in his poems.

Sohrab had only one brother and two sisters. Sohrab’s first poem’s were published when he was only 19 and it called  “در كنار چمن يا آرامگاه عشق”

Sohrab’s dad died in Tehran in 1341 (Solar Calander) and Sohrab expressed his feelings in this poem

وقتي كه پدرم مرد، نوشتم : پاسبانها همه شاعر بودند.
حضور فاجعه، آني دنيا را تلطيف كرده بود. فاجعه آن طرف سكه بود وگرنه من ميدانستم و ميدانم كه پاسبانها شاعر نيستند. در تاريكي آنقدر مانده ام كه از روشني حرف بزنم

Sohrab’s passed away in Pars hospital in Tehran after suffering with luekemia in year 1359 Solar Calander (1980)  but was burried in his birth place Kashan as he wished.

به سراغ من اگر مياييد
نرم و آهسته بياييد
مبادا كه ترك بردارد
چيني نازك تنهايي من

I have beem meaning to list all the famous poets of Iran, poems of some of this poets always been taught in schools

• Sheikh Saadi, Although Saadi was born and died in Shiraz, Persia (Iran), during his life he traveled extensively. His two famous books are Bustan and Gulestan which are taught in schools. Saadi is probably the first Persian poet to have been translated into European languages. A German version of the Gulestan appeared in 1654.

بنی آدم اعضای یک پیکرند
که در آفرينش ز یک گوهرند

چو عضوى به درد آورد روزگار
دگر عضوها را نماند قرار

تو کز محنت دیگران بی غمی
نشاید که نامت نهند آدمی

• Hafez, his complete name is Khaje Shamsodin Mohammed Hafez Shirazi. He was born in Shiraz, by very young age he knew the whole Quran by heart and he memorized many of his favourite poems, specially poems from Saadi and Attar. Hafez had to leave the day school and work in a bakery after his father’s death and had to deliver bread to weathy part of the town and this is the time he saw Shakhe-Nabat a young woman of incredible beauty therefore if you notice many of his poems are addressed to Shakhe-Nabat. Hafez famouse book is name after him which he could not complete it and one his deciples completed his book after Hafez death at age of 69-70 in Shiraz.

آنان کـه خاک را به نظر کیمیا کـنـند
آیا بود که گوشه چشمی به ما کـنـند
دردم نهـفـتـه بـه ز طـبیبان مدعی
باشد کـه از خزانـه غیبم دوا کـنـند

Those who turn lead into gold
Will they ever our sight behold?
I hide my ills from false physicians
May my cure come from the invisible fold.