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It's a translation actually ...
Dwelt in my heart, the love of those dark eyes,
Ti's the heavenly fate, no way otherwise,
Has hurt me much: the rival; no peace, no compromise,
Won't the sigh of the morning-riser to the skies rise.l
مرا مهر سیه چشمان ز سر بیرون نخواهد شد
قضای آسمان است این و دیگرگون نخواهد شد
رقیب آزارها فرمود و جای آشتی نگذاشت
مگر آه سحرخیزان سوی گردون نخواهد شد
how i wish to stay motionless and gaze out to sea
to heed nothing more and sit there
dazed and disoriented
to be washed away from every bit of cumbersomeness with swaying waves
to be melted down within the sea
to join eternity
I'm in love with happiness
she adorns herself every night
under the moon light
beside the life pond
(Happiness's been animated)
نقل قول:...Off-topic
...If "happiness" is a "she", it shouldn't be translated
:n16:
Who can enjoy
A sea without tide
A day without night
A hell without hole
A jungle without owl
To the loftiness of your golden hair
To your act of ignoring me, I swear
To your whippy lashes, my chains ...
In the shinning days of this sad chronicle
Nothing revealed just the sunless hell
Of your sinister laughing at my pains ...
( the colors declare rhymes )
نقل قول:So glamorous & brilliant
In your hell of a life
Nobody sees the sins of her prideSo, let’s play ignorantCozWhere ignorance is bliss it is folly to be wise
This night, amid the woods grouse
I long for an embrace of a divine soul
My glass of delight is empty
fed up to drench my smoldering eyes
Only solace is caressing of this whim
""you will come back to me"
sometime...
i believe if prophets could come to our age and see what the most holy people do by the name of religion , they would become atheists
"The road not taken"
,Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
;To where it bent in the undergrowth
,Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
,Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that the passing there
,Had worn them really about the same
And both that morning equally lay
.In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
.I doubted if I should ever come back
I shall be telling this with a sigh
:Somewhere ages and ages hence
T,wo roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
...And that has made all the difference
"Robert Frost"
1963- 1874