In the name of Allah
Alive death
The world is always inspired by God
And we are a unique alive death
Thus, he is the world
But the world isn't him.
By: Persian hoopoe
hodhodzar@gmail.com
16/8/1387
Sunday, February 07, 2010
At the Beach of Eternity
In the Name of Allah
At the Beach of Eternity
The whole Cosmos that can be seen
Is smaller than an Amoeba
In an endless Ocean;
If you can see the spirit of an Amoeba
You will observe thousands Cosmoses
At its beach of Eternity,
So, we are such little
And such great.
By: Persian hoopoe
Iran – Fars – Zarghan
hodhodzar@gmail.com
09176112253
At the Beach of Eternity
The whole Cosmos that can be seen
Is smaller than an Amoeba
In an endless Ocean;
If you can see the spirit of an Amoeba
You will observe thousands Cosmoses
At its beach of Eternity,
So, we are such little
And such great.
By: Persian hoopoe
Iran – Fars – Zarghan
hodhodzar@gmail.com
09176112253
Twinkle
In the name of God
Twinkle
In my dark space of life
And of the Universe
Is glimmering the candle of spirit
And between being and nonexistence
Only a twinkle of soul
Is the longest distance.
By: Persian hoopoe
hodhodzar@gmail.com
16/8/1387
Twinkle
In my dark space of life
And of the Universe
Is glimmering the candle of spirit
And between being and nonexistence
Only a twinkle of soul
Is the longest distance.
By: Persian hoopoe
hodhodzar@gmail.com
16/8/1387
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Flags
In the name of Allah
FLAGS
The world is sad and looking for delight
And fortune is welfare and joy
And the words are gloomy
*****
We belong to the family of words
“book” is my father
“sea” is my mother
“trees” are my brothers
And “stars” my sisters
Those infinite exclamatory and question marks are my cousins
And “you” are my friends
*****
The world is a complex dictionary
Some of us are Nouns, Verbs, etc
Regular or irregular
And all of us are meaningful and important
And none of us can be erased form that lexicon
If so, the being glossary will be incomplete
*****
We are words
And live in the world of words
A few of us are high frequent and some are less
Some of us are summarized in a short single line
And some are interpreted by more than one world
Some of us are proverbs, idioms, slangs
And even taboos
*****
We are words
And stand for our thoughts
We are flags of our thoughts kingdom
And we are symbolic movable signs of our thoughts
All of us are searching for good fortunes
And prosperity happens at minds
And our luck is product of our thoughts
And thoughts are spirit of words
And words are spirit of world
And the world is sad
And the words are gloomy
Each of us is a word
Each of us is a world
And the word is searching for shiny words
Oh, LOVE come and determine my candle of thought
And refresh my glossary words.
*****
By: Persian hoopoe
October 31, 2008
Azar 5, 1387
Mohammad Hossein Sadeghi
Iran - Fars - Zarghan
FLAGS
The world is sad and looking for delight
And fortune is welfare and joy
And the words are gloomy
*****
We belong to the family of words
“book” is my father
“sea” is my mother
“trees” are my brothers
And “stars” my sisters
Those infinite exclamatory and question marks are my cousins
And “you” are my friends
*****
The world is a complex dictionary
Some of us are Nouns, Verbs, etc
Regular or irregular
And all of us are meaningful and important
And none of us can be erased form that lexicon
If so, the being glossary will be incomplete
*****
We are words
And live in the world of words
A few of us are high frequent and some are less
Some of us are summarized in a short single line
And some are interpreted by more than one world
Some of us are proverbs, idioms, slangs
And even taboos
*****
We are words
And stand for our thoughts
We are flags of our thoughts kingdom
And we are symbolic movable signs of our thoughts
All of us are searching for good fortunes
And prosperity happens at minds
And our luck is product of our thoughts
And thoughts are spirit of words
And words are spirit of world
And the world is sad
And the words are gloomy
Each of us is a word
Each of us is a world
And the word is searching for shiny words
Oh, LOVE come and determine my candle of thought
And refresh my glossary words.
*****
By: Persian hoopoe
October 31, 2008
Azar 5, 1387
Mohammad Hossein Sadeghi
Iran - Fars - Zarghan
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Saturday, May 19, 2007
In The Name Of Allah
Welcome to Persian Hoopoe nest.
This page is my English poems and free verses.
You may visit my Farsi weblogs at the following addresses:
Hodhod publication page (my job)
At the territory of sun (about my martyred brother)
The password of invisible world
And the rain, which is the poem of my eyes…
Have a good time here
And
Be successful hodhodzar@gmail.com
Welcome to Persian Hoopoe nest.
This page is my English poems and free verses.
You may visit my Farsi weblogs at the following addresses:
Hodhod publication page (my job)
At the territory of sun (about my martyred brother)
The password of invisible world
And the rain, which is the poem of my eyes…
Have a good time here
And
Be successful hodhodzar@gmail.com
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
The Survival of The Fittest - 5 poems
In the name of God
The Survival of The Fittest - 5 poems
39-
Heritage
Only a garden of delightful words
in which we may live and love
is our high precious heritage of the whole past.
All of the kings and their subjects vanished
by the powerful hands of wind.
All of us will also join them till midnight.
and the remainder of us is the same:
disappeared graves,
forgotten names
and broken swords.
For our lucky and optimistic ancestors
the semi-precious treasure of us
in which they will live and love
is only a garden of delightful words
if we can cultivate now.
The rest will be winged till the dawn.
Persian Hoopoe
2005-09-20
38-
Superpower
The bloodshed flourishes the frosty nights
when the devilish disbelievers
abuse the holy names and books
-as the most effective hooks-
to attract the cattle of misbelievers
and encourage them to fly to Paradise
by exporting other nations to Hell.
We were attacked in such cold gloomy nights
during our honorable bright history.
Let the Paper Tigers labels us Terrorists.
We love all nations and religions
and this peaceful faith is our first vulnerable spot,
for external abusers.
We hate the ugly face of war
but love the purplish visage of defense,
and one who makes martyr of himself
is the real superpower,
and this is our next Achilles Heel,
particularly for internal users.
Persian Hoopoe
June-2005
37-
The faith tree
The branches of a tree
never fight against each other.
But we, users of its shade and fruits,
dogmatically, break the branches
to make helves and arrow and bludgeons
for killing each other and cutting roots of the tree.
We even make cross to crucify Messiah.
Oh, what did we, Jacks of all trades,
do with the faith tree and religions.
Persian Hoopoe
June-2005
35 -
The Survival of The Fittest
…and spring is the revolution of flowers
…and they are picked and fluttered
…and the thorns come to throne
…and the opportunist gadflies wear the crown
…and the butterflies are slaughtered
…and the candle of peace cries till the next spring
…and the new flowers will be picked and fluttered
…and the new thorns come to new throne
…and so on ….
…and the spring is the shambles of flowers.
By : Persian Hoopoe
June/2005
31 -
To Revive
A flower can return us to paradise
and put our connection to an endless end.
A flower can create us anew
and refresh our joyful missing memories.
And no differ whether a wild or a hot-house one
Only a flower…
Only a flower?
Alas, what did we do??
We wrongdoer creatures destroyed and burnt
One hundred and twenty four thousands
gardens of real flowers.
And consequently, we, loathsome nasty sinners
were sentenced to wash our faces
in a cesspool of cruelty each morning,
breathe the putrefied air of discrimination till evening,
and go to bed with nightmares and devilish sex dreams.
Such a filthy place is our reward
and the next hell is worse than this, if
there weren't any flower to return us to lovesickness.
Oh, my hidden flower
all of the windows are waiting
for your reviving fragrance.
By : Persian Hoopoe
June /2005
please send your comments only via hodhodzar@gmail.com
Yours truly : Sadeghi, M.H ( Persian Hoopoe)
The Survival of The Fittest - 5 poems
39-
Heritage
Only a garden of delightful words
in which we may live and love
is our high precious heritage of the whole past.
All of the kings and their subjects vanished
by the powerful hands of wind.
All of us will also join them till midnight.
and the remainder of us is the same:
disappeared graves,
forgotten names
and broken swords.
For our lucky and optimistic ancestors
the semi-precious treasure of us
in which they will live and love
is only a garden of delightful words
if we can cultivate now.
The rest will be winged till the dawn.
Persian Hoopoe
2005-09-20
38-
Superpower
The bloodshed flourishes the frosty nights
when the devilish disbelievers
abuse the holy names and books
-as the most effective hooks-
to attract the cattle of misbelievers
and encourage them to fly to Paradise
by exporting other nations to Hell.
We were attacked in such cold gloomy nights
during our honorable bright history.
Let the Paper Tigers labels us Terrorists.
We love all nations and religions
and this peaceful faith is our first vulnerable spot,
for external abusers.
We hate the ugly face of war
but love the purplish visage of defense,
and one who makes martyr of himself
is the real superpower,
and this is our next Achilles Heel,
particularly for internal users.
Persian Hoopoe
June-2005
37-
The faith tree
The branches of a tree
never fight against each other.
But we, users of its shade and fruits,
dogmatically, break the branches
to make helves and arrow and bludgeons
for killing each other and cutting roots of the tree.
We even make cross to crucify Messiah.
Oh, what did we, Jacks of all trades,
do with the faith tree and religions.
Persian Hoopoe
June-2005
35 -
The Survival of The Fittest
…and spring is the revolution of flowers
…and they are picked and fluttered
…and the thorns come to throne
…and the opportunist gadflies wear the crown
…and the butterflies are slaughtered
…and the candle of peace cries till the next spring
…and the new flowers will be picked and fluttered
…and the new thorns come to new throne
…and so on ….
…and the spring is the shambles of flowers.
By : Persian Hoopoe
June/2005
31 -
To Revive
A flower can return us to paradise
and put our connection to an endless end.
A flower can create us anew
and refresh our joyful missing memories.
And no differ whether a wild or a hot-house one
Only a flower…
Only a flower?
Alas, what did we do??
We wrongdoer creatures destroyed and burnt
One hundred and twenty four thousands
gardens of real flowers.
And consequently, we, loathsome nasty sinners
were sentenced to wash our faces
in a cesspool of cruelty each morning,
breathe the putrefied air of discrimination till evening,
and go to bed with nightmares and devilish sex dreams.
Such a filthy place is our reward
and the next hell is worse than this, if
there weren't any flower to return us to lovesickness.
Oh, my hidden flower
all of the windows are waiting
for your reviving fragrance.
By : Persian Hoopoe
June /2005
please send your comments only via hodhodzar@gmail.com
Yours truly : Sadeghi, M.H ( Persian Hoopoe)
A contest with prize
In the name of God
A contest with prize :
Noble or ignoble love is the keyword of a tantalize wild hog when she or he goes into his or her chat room and sits in front of webcam and speaks to his or her darling idle idol kitten whose name is the password of all the hell new settlers of internet who think they are being recorded in the statistics of paradise webmasters and each of them has warm relationship with a celeb beauty star or a Hollywood scarlet.
Joke – necklace - graphite - calendar.
Who can put these four words in the text without any extra changing? If so send email to : hodhodzar@gmail.com
A contest with prize :
Noble or ignoble love is the keyword of a tantalize wild hog when she or he goes into his or her chat room and sits in front of webcam and speaks to his or her darling idle idol kitten whose name is the password of all the hell new settlers of internet who think they are being recorded in the statistics of paradise webmasters and each of them has warm relationship with a celeb beauty star or a Hollywood scarlet.
Joke – necklace - graphite - calendar.
Who can put these four words in the text without any extra changing? If so send email to : hodhodzar@gmail.com
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Armagedon and the Antichrist G.W.Bush
هوالجمیل
محضر مبارک جناب پاپ بندیکت شانزدهم
محضر مبارک جناب پاپ بندیکت شانزدهم
با عرض سلام
واقعۀ مرگبار آرماگدون که حضرتعالی پرچمدار و منادی آن گشته اید نه تنها ما را مرعوب نمی کند بلکه ما را مشعوف نیز می سازد چون (به زعم شما ) این واقعۀ محتوم و موعود ، زمینه ساز حکومت جهانی حضرت عیسی مسیح (ع) است و (به زعم ما) آن حضرت با تمام پیروان جدیدش در آخرالزمان به حضرت بقیة الله الاعظم ، مهدی موعود(عج) اقتدا خواهند کرد.ان شاء الله. و ما بی صبرانه در انتظار آن روزیم
لذا از اینکه بوش دجّال را به میدان فرستاده اید تا به انتظار ما و تمام جهانیان پایان دهد صمیمانه سپاسگزاریم.
لذا از اینکه بوش دجّال را به میدان فرستاده اید تا به انتظار ما و تمام جهانیان پایان دهد صمیمانه سپاسگزاریم.
والسلام
منتظران ظهورحضرت مهدی و رجعت حضرت عیسی مسیح علیهم السلام
منتظران ظهورحضرت مهدی و رجعت حضرت عیسی مسیح علیهم السلام
Saturday, September 09, 2006
اللهم عجل لولیک الفرج
هوالجمیل
اللهم عجل لولیک الفرج
میلاد با سعادت منجی عالم بشریت ، حضرت مهدی (عج) بر تمام عاشقان ولایت بخصوص
بر خانواده های معظم شهدا و جانبازان و ایثار گران
مبارکباد
والسلام
محمد حسین صادقی
1427قم - پانزدهم شعبان المعظم
بر خانواده های معظم شهدا و جانبازان و ایثار گران
مبارکباد
والسلام
محمد حسین صادقی
1427قم - پانزدهم شعبان المعظم
هجدهم شهریور 1385
Monday, August 28, 2006
Where is our Joseph? Imam Moosa Sadr
In The Name of Allah
Where is our Joseph?
He is the living symbol of peace and unity
and a complete combination of all humanistic virtues.
He is a polished mirror of all Abrahamic riligions
and a perfect scholar of all holy books
He is the real follower of Moses , Jesus Christ and Mohammed (p.b.u.t)
He is the shining sun of Lebenan dark nights
and the common hope of all peace-seeking people.
Oh God , put an end to our 30 years deprivation
and send back our Joseph.
where is he ?
In which well is he waiting for relief ?
I'm sure he was not eaten by wolves!
he is still alive
and we smell the scent of his torn shirt
return him to us
we need him.
by : persian hoopoe
2006 / 08 / 28
to be continued....
Sunday, June 11, 2006
ART
In the name of Allah
ART
havoc is your eternal architecture
chaos , of your discipline , is a picture
a bit of your heavenly art , O LOVE
frankly , is the cosmos structure
by : persian hoopoe
11 June, 2006
ART
havoc is your eternal architecture
chaos , of your discipline , is a picture
a bit of your heavenly art , O LOVE
frankly , is the cosmos structure
by : persian hoopoe
11 June, 2006
Saturday, June 10, 2006
paradox
In the name of Allah
***
با توجه به استقبال و علاقه مهمانان عزیز، چندتا از دوبیتی های دیگرم را که به زبان انگلیسی سروده شده اند تقدیم میکنم .این دوبیتی ها با وزن و حال و هوای دوبیتی های کلاسیک فارسی مطابقت دارند.بعنوان مثال وزن ( سه پنج روزه که بوی گل نیومه ) را در نظر بگیرید و شعرهای زیر را زمزمه کنید
اگر نظرتان را هم بنویسید ممنون تر خواهم شد
ارادتمند - هدهد
frames of love
the existence aim is love, nothing else
the death and life name is love, nothing else
the being is a lovingly film , by God
essence of each frame is love, nothing else
***
oath
from your land my love-bird , emigrate
as if you are glad and will celebrate
never I lose my oath and loyalty
even you increase your anger and hate
***
paradox
lovers always have been distressful
all of the hard-hearted are blissful
in spite of honesty and sweetness
love is neither delicious nor peaceful
***
by : persian hoopoe
saturday, 10 June, 2006
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Utopia
In the name of Allah
Utopia
Peace is not a soup of DOVE cooked in OLIVE oil,
which is served at the geopolitical conferences.
It's the chlorophyll of spiritual flights.
Peace is not a symbol and a word
It's a sharp shiny signal of a bare right-seeking sword.
Peace is not a lowly give up position
but a powerful forgiveness exposition.
peace is neither an oppressor mind
nor an oppressed heart.
Peace is not an emotive remark
It's the essence of all desirable beauties.
Peace is not the antonym of war
It's the synonym of all virtues,
a combination of love and liberty
plus justice and security,
and lack of each is the sign of war condition.
The cold wars are more burning than the hot ones
a hot war may pick only flowers
but poverty and discrimination burn the garden entirely.
war is war and death is death
cold or hot, makes no difference.
Peace is not only reconciling between enemies
but strengthening affectionate relations among friends.
Peace is not a UN present for the victims of wars
but a heavenly gift for all the creatures.
Peace is the Utopia of all perfect men.
And the main lesson of all holy prophets
for us to have a blissful coexistence.
Peace is a without worry mental situation
in which everyone enters will be secure from all harms.
I searched all of the encyclopedias;
but didn't find a word which can play the role of peace
in the creation workshop, except a more perfect one.
If you found a better substitution
I would replace it with ISLAM.
June-2005
by : persian hoopoe
Utopia
Peace is not a soup of DOVE cooked in OLIVE oil,
which is served at the geopolitical conferences.
It's the chlorophyll of spiritual flights.
Peace is not a symbol and a word
It's a sharp shiny signal of a bare right-seeking sword.
Peace is not a lowly give up position
but a powerful forgiveness exposition.
peace is neither an oppressor mind
nor an oppressed heart.
Peace is not an emotive remark
It's the essence of all desirable beauties.
Peace is not the antonym of war
It's the synonym of all virtues,
a combination of love and liberty
plus justice and security,
and lack of each is the sign of war condition.
The cold wars are more burning than the hot ones
a hot war may pick only flowers
but poverty and discrimination burn the garden entirely.
war is war and death is death
cold or hot, makes no difference.
Peace is not only reconciling between enemies
but strengthening affectionate relations among friends.
Peace is not a UN present for the victims of wars
but a heavenly gift for all the creatures.
Peace is the Utopia of all perfect men.
And the main lesson of all holy prophets
for us to have a blissful coexistence.
Peace is a without worry mental situation
in which everyone enters will be secure from all harms.
I searched all of the encyclopedias;
but didn't find a word which can play the role of peace
in the creation workshop, except a more perfect one.
If you found a better substitution
I would replace it with ISLAM.
June-2005
by : persian hoopoe
We love peaceful life, as you
In the name of Allah
Defense
1 - Each living creature loves peaceful life so innately fights against aggressors.
2 – Usually the rich sources are attacked by invaders.
3 – Giving up is equal to death.
4 – Defense makes the defenders stronger.
And that is our story, during our glorious history
So, we aren’t TERORIST; we hate them.
We love peaceful life, as you.
by : persian hoopoe
Defense
1 - Each living creature loves peaceful life so innately fights against aggressors.
2 – Usually the rich sources are attacked by invaders.
3 – Giving up is equal to death.
4 – Defense makes the defenders stronger.
And that is our story, during our glorious history
So, we aren’t TERORIST; we hate them.
We love peaceful life, as you.
by : persian hoopoe
Monday, May 29, 2006
words of light
In The name of Allah
words of light
words of light
One of the most precious resources of guidance for all aspects of the human's life is the narrations and aphorisms of Ma'soomin(p.b.u.t.) whose pure fountain-head of empyrean wisdom is current toward the dried lands of the spirirts of the luck-seeking people, offering them a green safe and successful life and delivering the disasterd ones to the beach of calmness and maturity by their rescue ship of light, in this stormy world of immoralities and triteness thoughts. Regarding to this subject , Imam Al-Baqer says: "Undoubtedly, our sayings enlive the hearts".
Accordingly, we decided to make you, dear readers, familiar with fourteen lightful narrations of the fourteen infallible ones (p.b.u.t) in this issue, and hope that these brilliant words may help us find our right way in this hazardous world.
1 - The best man
The holy prophet (p.b.u.h.) said: the best man is one who loves worshipping and embraces it willingly with open arms, and likes it heartily , being in complete contact with it by his body , and makes himself ready to perform it. such a worshipper never wonder how his life is passing, whether in calamity or in calmness.
2 - An important moral rule
Imam Ali (p.b.u.h.) said : set yourself as a measure between you and others, everything you like for yourself also like for others; and everything that you dislike for yourself dislike for others. Be beneficent to others as you expet them to do good to you.
3 - Advantages of affability
Fatimah Al-Zahra(p.b.u.h.) said: affability towards a friend, reserves paradise for him; and towards an enemy, preserves him from hell.
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Accordingly, we decided to make you, dear readers, familiar with fourteen lightful narrations of the fourteen infallible ones (p.b.u.t) in this issue, and hope that these brilliant words may help us find our right way in this hazardous world.
1 - The best man
The holy prophet (p.b.u.h.) said: the best man is one who loves worshipping and embraces it willingly with open arms, and likes it heartily , being in complete contact with it by his body , and makes himself ready to perform it. such a worshipper never wonder how his life is passing, whether in calamity or in calmness.
2 - An important moral rule
Imam Ali (p.b.u.h.) said : set yourself as a measure between you and others, everything you like for yourself also like for others; and everything that you dislike for yourself dislike for others. Be beneficent to others as you expet them to do good to you.
3 - Advantages of affability
Fatimah Al-Zahra(p.b.u.h.) said: affability towards a friend, reserves paradise for him; and towards an enemy, preserves him from hell.
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will be continued
translated by : Sadeghi,M.h.
Qom - 2006 / 5 / 31
Qom - 2006 / 5 / 31
My farsi weblogs:
Friday, April 28, 2006
The harsh gray-red-flood
In the name of Allah
As usual
A harsh gray flood was coming toward us.
How was it started?
Who was guilty?
Which royal boat would be capsized?
Who would win that blood-wave-riding?
We didn't know.
There was no time for thinking,
but as usual we only ought to be dammed against it.
The harsh gray-red-flood
was passing through our ever-ruined village,
and our ashes were dancing
in the memories of war-brides.
For centuries we have played the same act.
And now we, the forgotten victims,
are waiting for the next War.
2005-05-30
by persian hoopoe
hodhodzar@yahoo.com
As usual
A harsh gray flood was coming toward us.
How was it started?
Who was guilty?
Which royal boat would be capsized?
Who would win that blood-wave-riding?
We didn't know.
There was no time for thinking,
but as usual we only ought to be dammed against it.
The harsh gray-red-flood
was passing through our ever-ruined village,
and our ashes were dancing
in the memories of war-brides.
For centuries we have played the same act.
And now we, the forgotten victims,
are waiting for the next War.
2005-05-30
by persian hoopoe
hodhodzar@yahoo.com
Freedom
In the name of Allah
Freedom
A bird can not change the cage
not the cloudy imagination of its blue ceiling
not the dusty thoughts of its grayish floor
and not the ironic temptations of its green bars.
When no way is to be released
and outside, are other greater prisons
and a free flight is not conceivable
and every soul has its own cage(s),
The poor innocent ever-caged bird
only can do one little task:
Smashing all drowsy walls
Changing the world that happens in its mind.
And uniting with the eternal decreed cage.
Life is a cage,
and the bird can love and enjoy it,
So as the death.
The bird can not change a cage
but can imprison it in its heart.
by persian hoopoe
hodhodzar@yahoo.com
Freedom
A bird can not change the cage
not the cloudy imagination of its blue ceiling
not the dusty thoughts of its grayish floor
and not the ironic temptations of its green bars.
When no way is to be released
and outside, are other greater prisons
and a free flight is not conceivable
and every soul has its own cage(s),
The poor innocent ever-caged bird
only can do one little task:
Smashing all drowsy walls
Changing the world that happens in its mind.
And uniting with the eternal decreed cage.
Life is a cage,
and the bird can love and enjoy it,
So as the death.
The bird can not change a cage
but can imprison it in its heart.
by persian hoopoe
hodhodzar@yahoo.com
Rescue
In the name of Allah
Rescue
The history of literature
has a friendliness feature.
The literature of history
is the enmity summary.
The history of literature
has been written by all lovers
the literature of history
has been the dialect of rulers.
The history of literature
is so grace and sincere
it is full of the live words
such as "honey" and "my dear".
The literature of history
is filled with curse and terror
which was written dreadfully
by order of each Emperor.
The future is based on
the history and literature
The literature may rescue
the history as a teacher.
2005-05-25
by persian hoopoe
hodhodzar@yahoo.com
Rescue
The history of literature
has a friendliness feature.
The literature of history
is the enmity summary.
The history of literature
has been written by all lovers
the literature of history
has been the dialect of rulers.
The history of literature
is so grace and sincere
it is full of the live words
such as "honey" and "my dear".
The literature of history
is filled with curse and terror
which was written dreadfully
by order of each Emperor.
The future is based on
the history and literature
The literature may rescue
the history as a teacher.
2005-05-25
by persian hoopoe
hodhodzar@yahoo.com
signs
In the name of Allah
Signs
The nightly sky
is a blackboard
come and write on it
a brilliant word.
What's your best wish
in your heart and mind?
what was the lost hope
you wanted to find?
Search and find it now
in your memories
of virtues that
give you glories.
A high level word
higher than of peaks
the holiest gift
that everyone seeks.
A word that can build
Heaven in this land
a simplest word
to understand.
We are living in
microscopic world
the earth is a dot
in that blackboard.
Find your place in
those dots and lines
you are one of these
sparkling signs.
2005-05-23
by persian hoopoe
hodhodzar@yahoo.com
Evergreen Arms
In the name of Allah
Evergreen Arms
He was as old as freedom,
and as red as martyrdom
He was born in battle-field
first thing, he saw, was a shield
under which, opened his eyes
and drank the milk of skies
His date of birth is written
on the wings of a pigeon
The only toy, he had, there
was a sword, sharp and bare
He was as kind as flowers
and lovesick as all lovers
On horseback, he learnt by heart
how to fend, to rush, to dart
He was fond of liberty
though his wealth was poverty
If you wanted his address
you could ask every cypress
He was as hard as mountains
stony, full of fountains
He planted in the grove-palm
his evergreen and tall arm
Though, was martyred this morning
his son was born in evening
He is as old as freedom,
and as red as martyrdom
by persian hoopoe
hodhodzar@yahoo.com
Evergreen Arms
He was as old as freedom,
and as red as martyrdom
He was born in battle-field
first thing, he saw, was a shield
under which, opened his eyes
and drank the milk of skies
His date of birth is written
on the wings of a pigeon
The only toy, he had, there
was a sword, sharp and bare
He was as kind as flowers
and lovesick as all lovers
On horseback, he learnt by heart
how to fend, to rush, to dart
He was fond of liberty
though his wealth was poverty
If you wanted his address
you could ask every cypress
He was as hard as mountains
stony, full of fountains
He planted in the grove-palm
his evergreen and tall arm
Though, was martyred this morning
his son was born in evening
He is as old as freedom,
and as red as martyrdom
by persian hoopoe
hodhodzar@yahoo.com
Heavenly Hell
In the Name of Allah
Heavenly Hell
In a river of disheveled illusion
which goes to the ocean of nightmares and daydreaming
we have been flown and mixed to each other pacifically
borders, walls, or even silken-barbed-wires
never could separate us
no one could perform that unpardonable sin except ourselves
our(damned)selves
and nothing can join us again but love.
* * *
The very very tiny galaxy of our union beings
whose lovely song is heard from all the things
only by love may be discovered, a bit
a twinkling bit
as little as the whole universe, not more
* * *
See, I've disarmed myself
to speak to you in a worldwide language
-kiss and smile dialect-
our ancient mother tongue
let the kings quarrel in their rotten fortifications
till we make our forbidden, holy, sincere nest
in our twisted arms and united chest.
* * *
When love is killing and uniting us willingly
why do we foolishly kill and separate us from each other ?
let's enjoy ourselves in such a heavenly hell
let's start our life anew and sing:
nothing but love is peace
nothing but peace is love.
2005-05-15
by persian hoopoe
hodhodzar@yahoo.com
Heavenly Hell
In a river of disheveled illusion
which goes to the ocean of nightmares and daydreaming
we have been flown and mixed to each other pacifically
borders, walls, or even silken-barbed-wires
never could separate us
no one could perform that unpardonable sin except ourselves
our(damned)selves
and nothing can join us again but love.
* * *
The very very tiny galaxy of our union beings
whose lovely song is heard from all the things
only by love may be discovered, a bit
a twinkling bit
as little as the whole universe, not more
* * *
See, I've disarmed myself
to speak to you in a worldwide language
-kiss and smile dialect-
our ancient mother tongue
let the kings quarrel in their rotten fortifications
till we make our forbidden, holy, sincere nest
in our twisted arms and united chest.
* * *
When love is killing and uniting us willingly
why do we foolishly kill and separate us from each other ?
let's enjoy ourselves in such a heavenly hell
let's start our life anew and sing:
nothing but love is peace
nothing but peace is love.
2005-05-15
by persian hoopoe
hodhodzar@yahoo.com
Sunday, April 23, 2006
suddenly a tree of light grew in the mirror
In The Name of Allah
هوالجميل
چند رباعي از مرحوم دكتر سيد حسن حسيني
poet : Dr. sa'yed hassan hosseini, the blessed
poet : Dr. sa'yed hassan hosseini, the blessed
free translation by : persian hoopoe
دست تو دري گشود درآئينه
بر حيرت ما فزود در آئينه
رفتيم به ديدار خود اما ديديم
غير از تو كسي نبود در آئينه
رفتيم به ديدار خود اما ديديم
غير از تو كسي نبود در آئينه
your hand opend a door in the mirror
and increased our bewilderment in the mirror
we went to see ourselves but we saw
there wasn't anyone except you in the mirror
and increased our bewilderment in the mirror
we went to see ourselves but we saw
there wasn't anyone except you in the mirror
*****
من بودم و باغ رنگ در آئينه
صد منظره قشنگ در آئينه
ناگاه تماشاي مرا برهم زد
نفرين به حضور سنگ در آئينه
من بودم و باغ رنگ در آئينه
صد منظره قشنگ در آئينه
ناگاه تماشاي مرا برهم زد
نفرين به حضور سنگ در آئينه
I was and a garden of colors in the mirror
there were hundreds of pretty views in the mirror
abruptly my sightseeing was broken
curse to the presence of stone in the mirror
there were hundreds of pretty views in the mirror
abruptly my sightseeing was broken
curse to the presence of stone in the mirror
*****
بي هول و هراس و بيم در آئينه
بوديم هم از قديم در آئينه
ما منظره هاي خفته بوديم، ايكاش
بيدار نمي شديم در آئينه
بوديم هم از قديم در آئينه
ما منظره هاي خفته بوديم، ايكاش
بيدار نمي شديم در آئينه
without fear and fright and dread in the mirror
we were from olden times in the mirror
we were some sleeping sceneries; I wish
we wouldn't wake up in the mirror
we were from olden times in the mirror
we were some sleeping sceneries; I wish
we wouldn't wake up in the mirror
*****
شب بود، شبي صبور در آئينه
تصوير سكوت و كور درآئينه
بي واهمه عريان شد و قامت افراشت
روئيد درخت نور در آئينه
شب بود، شبي صبور در آئينه
تصوير سكوت و كور درآئينه
بي واهمه عريان شد و قامت افراشت
روئيد درخت نور در آئينه
it was night, a patient night in the mirror
there was only a blind, silent image in the mirror
without fearing became naked and stood elevated
suddenly a tree of light grew in the mirror
there was only a blind, silent image in the mirror
without fearing became naked and stood elevated
suddenly a tree of light grew in the mirror
******
جوشيد كف و گدازه در آئينه
پر شد جسد و جنازه در آئينه
ديگر خبري نيست ، بخواب اي ديده
از منظره هاي تازه در آئينه
پر شد جسد و جنازه در آئينه
ديگر خبري نيست ، بخواب اي ديده
از منظره هاي تازه در آئينه
scum and lava gushed in the mirror
and it was fulfilled with corpses and bodies
O my eyes keep asleep, there isn't anymore
new news and views in in the mirror
and it was fulfilled with corpses and bodies
O my eyes keep asleep, there isn't anymore
new news and views in in the mirror
*****
خفاش نهاد گام در آئينه
زد خيمه قواي شام در آئينه
صد جلوه ي ناشكفته بر خاك افتاد
آه از شب قتل عام در آئينه
خفاش نهاد گام در آئينه
زد خيمه قواي شام در آئينه
صد جلوه ي ناشكفته بر خاك افتاد
آه از شب قتل عام در آئينه
the bat stepped in the mirror
the night's forces pitched their tints in the mirror
a hundrds of unblossomed flowers fell on the earth
ah alas , of the general massacre night in the mirror
the night's forces pitched their tints in the mirror
a hundrds of unblossomed flowers fell on the earth
ah alas , of the general massacre night in the mirror
*****
آن روز كه شب وزيد در آئينه
رؤياي مرا گزيد در آئينه
خاموشي محض بود و تاريكي ژرف
گيسوي تو مي وزيد در آئينه
آن روز كه شب وزيد در آئينه
رؤياي مرا گزيد در آئينه
خاموشي محض بود و تاريكي ژرف
گيسوي تو مي وزيد در آئينه
that day in which the night crawled in the mirror
it bit my dream in the mirror
there was an absolute silence and deep darkness
only your tress was blowing in the mirror
it bit my dream in the mirror
there was an absolute silence and deep darkness
only your tress was blowing in the mirror
*****
تصوير مرا چو ديد در آئينه
شب خنجر كين كشيد در آئينه
خون از در و ديوار تماشا جوشيد
شد صورت من شهيد در آئينه
when the night saw my image in the mirror
it unsheathed the dagger of enemity in the mirror
blood gushed from the door and walls of sightseeing
and my face was martyred in the mirror
it unsheathed the dagger of enemity in the mirror
blood gushed from the door and walls of sightseeing
and my face was martyred in the mirror
******
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Beautify
In the name of Allah
Beautify
To upgrade and dignify
Love burns us 'nd purify
Poetry is your eye's art
You, label it and signify
We don't know what verse is
We only may intensify
We are poets of you, dear
You have set us to versify
If nice, is your own art
Each beautiful can beautify.
Four Couplets ( as farsi dobeyti )
In the name of Allah
*
Heal
Fragrance of affection fill the garden
News of your arrival heal the garden
Dear, if you delay, as past, at last
The pain of loneliness will kill the garden.
******
Pilgrim
The night is an image of your black eyes
One of your signs of face is the sunrise
The world is pilgrim of love's shrine
Lover of my beloved, so, never dies.
*****
rainfall
Autumn had rushed into my green heart
Sorrow, painted gray, my garden of art
The rainfall of tears, God may bless it,
assisted my blossom how to start.
****
lantern
Flames of your lovingly eyes will burn
all of the interested hearts, in turn.
Seven billions sunken suns at last
Suddenly , be switched on by a lantern.
****
June /2005
persian hoopoe
*
Heal
Fragrance of affection fill the garden
News of your arrival heal the garden
Dear, if you delay, as past, at last
The pain of loneliness will kill the garden.
******
Pilgrim
The night is an image of your black eyes
One of your signs of face is the sunrise
The world is pilgrim of love's shrine
Lover of my beloved, so, never dies.
*****
rainfall
Autumn had rushed into my green heart
Sorrow, painted gray, my garden of art
The rainfall of tears, God may bless it,
assisted my blossom how to start.
****
lantern
Flames of your lovingly eyes will burn
all of the interested hearts, in turn.
Seven billions sunken suns at last
Suddenly , be switched on by a lantern.
****
June /2005
persian hoopoe
In the name of Allah
*
Megadeath
*****
The Advent is coming and
a Multi-Megadeath
will occurred, each second, before long,
not by the Nuclear Weapons and Radioactivity;
but due to the explosion of my Enriched Love
a pinch of which equals a Megaton Uranium.
When the world can see
the fascinating lover-killer-eyes
of my dearest beloved
all of the United Nations fall in a common love
and will taste the sweet savor of the real peace.
The advent is coming and
even death cannot freeze
my enrichment of heavenly nuclear love.
a Multi-Megadeath
will occurred, each second, before long,
not by the Nuclear Weapons and Radioactivity;
but due to the explosion of my Enriched Love
a pinch of which equals a Megaton Uranium.
When the world can see
the fascinating lover-killer-eyes
of my dearest beloved
all of the United Nations fall in a common love
and will taste the sweet savor of the real peace.
The advent is coming and
even death cannot freeze
my enrichment of heavenly nuclear love.
*****
Jamkaran / 2005-05-31
persian hoopoe
In the name of Allah
Honey-moon
*****
For flying in the love sky as a free dove
it's too late if you even come very soon
and for falling in (deep well of) love
each moment is a nicely honey-moon.
If you’re tired of life and its secure lack
and be surrounded by the troops of grief
if you're about to have a heart attack
only the love miracle can give you relief.
Let the sorrow be upset and sad
Do not delay, make your loving base
Laugh at the death and be, as I, mad
and be free of nation and race
Do not delay, love yourself at first
if so, the whole existence is next.
it's too late if you even come very soon
and for falling in (deep well of) love
each moment is a nicely honey-moon.
If you’re tired of life and its secure lack
and be surrounded by the troops of grief
if you're about to have a heart attack
only the love miracle can give you relief.
Let the sorrow be upset and sad
Do not delay, make your loving base
Laugh at the death and be, as I, mad
and be free of nation and race
Do not delay, love yourself at first
if so, the whole existence is next.
2005-05-29
persian hoopoe
In the name of Allah
Date and Fate
The appointed date was coming
and I had prepared every thing beforehand.
At last the waiting ages would be over
and the sweet fragrance of infallibility
which had filled the space,
had the lovely news of my beloved arrival.
My lily emotion flower was playing with stars
which were smelling the aroma
of my scarlet-fresh thoughts,
and I could touch their enviable heartbeats.
My fantastic bliss was face to face me; but
I didn't know how to behave and what to say.
What affecting word had I to be put in advance?
Which one of my complaint-chilly stories
should be narrated?
How could I express my desires and requests?
What would I..? Which could I..? How did I..?
I was surrounded by wordless words; but
a horrible state was taking place meanwhile.
I wasn't confused but petrified.
My stony brain was barren of decision.
I looked like an icy statue in a frozen territory
full of emptiness; but
I felt a sincere warm healing stroke of sympathy
in my iceberg's heart.
A little lantern had been activated in me.
Who hanged it from my ice-covered feeling tree?
When was it put and turned on?
who implanted it in my drought parting centuries?
Maybe I had been sentenced to life by my beloved
and in this manner I was lanterned(!) to death.
I don't know; but when I opened my eyes again
I saw myself in a worse condition,
In an addled place,
among a collection of rotten dead bodies.
I was drowning in a fetid lake
and my mouth was full of decayed crocodiles.
Was I dreaming? No, it was a realistic world.
Oh fate, what did you do to me?
What was my mistake in the previous date?
The lantern was reviewing and correcting
my errors now and then, specially
from Tuesday evenings to Wednesday mornings
which was our new date.
How this new meeting time was appointed?
Who knows? but the lantern was more bright
and sensitive at these mysterious nights.
Wasn't this night the sixth day of creation?
I wouldn't understand these metaphysical words
of the lantern; but
I learned a fact from the lantern's existence:
A lover should be a lantern,
silent, bright, and without any request.
A lover should have many words to hear
but any to say.
All of the lovely words of a lantern can be
only a hello and nothing else.
My lantern is now waiting for for the new
Date and Fate.
and I had prepared every thing beforehand.
At last the waiting ages would be over
and the sweet fragrance of infallibility
which had filled the space,
had the lovely news of my beloved arrival.
My lily emotion flower was playing with stars
which were smelling the aroma
of my scarlet-fresh thoughts,
and I could touch their enviable heartbeats.
My fantastic bliss was face to face me; but
I didn't know how to behave and what to say.
What affecting word had I to be put in advance?
Which one of my complaint-chilly stories
should be narrated?
How could I express my desires and requests?
What would I..? Which could I..? How did I..?
I was surrounded by wordless words; but
a horrible state was taking place meanwhile.
I wasn't confused but petrified.
My stony brain was barren of decision.
I looked like an icy statue in a frozen territory
full of emptiness; but
I felt a sincere warm healing stroke of sympathy
in my iceberg's heart.
A little lantern had been activated in me.
Who hanged it from my ice-covered feeling tree?
When was it put and turned on?
who implanted it in my drought parting centuries?
Maybe I had been sentenced to life by my beloved
and in this manner I was lanterned(!) to death.
I don't know; but when I opened my eyes again
I saw myself in a worse condition,
In an addled place,
among a collection of rotten dead bodies.
I was drowning in a fetid lake
and my mouth was full of decayed crocodiles.
Was I dreaming? No, it was a realistic world.
Oh fate, what did you do to me?
What was my mistake in the previous date?
The lantern was reviewing and correcting
my errors now and then, specially
from Tuesday evenings to Wednesday mornings
which was our new date.
How this new meeting time was appointed?
Who knows? but the lantern was more bright
and sensitive at these mysterious nights.
Wasn't this night the sixth day of creation?
I wouldn't understand these metaphysical words
of the lantern; but
I learned a fact from the lantern's existence:
A lover should be a lantern,
silent, bright, and without any request.
A lover should have many words to hear
but any to say.
All of the lovely words of a lantern can be
only a hello and nothing else.
My lantern is now waiting for for the new
Date and Fate.
2005-05-27
persian hoopoe
The millennium of phoenix
In the name of Allah
The millennium of phoenix
Let them go and fly these modern-minded bugs
and fight against our peaceful fire-bird
put them at ease, let them try their best
though they deserve to be laughed at, you
follow the athletic ethic of victor combatants.
Let them go and fly these blind-hearted bats
and try to put out the sun's everlasting light
but remember not to laugh at enemy's corpse.
When a fly buzzes, even if disturbs you,
let it buzz its lecture in darkness, and be sure
that the wind will come and throw it away.
But you, My eagle, My heroic ancient spirit
that the hurricane cannot shake even your shade
and the typhoon is captured by your sharp claws
go on composing our epical presence.
You are the most honorable image, I've ever seen
when you are sitting still at the highest peak.
Only that stony horse can bear your epical weight
on which you sit and worship The Muse.
Give my best greetings to the goddess of poetry
and, on behalf of me, ask her if she knows
who taught and trained her bravest son, Epic
and encouraged him to kill the war-beginners?
And who took care of her prettiest daughter, sonnet
and made up the most charming bride of literature
to elevate the flag of Love and Peace.
And also kindly ask her whether she knows
that her dearest daughter and son, sonnet and epic
were accused of being tyrant and lewd
by some bugs and bats and cardboard cavaliers.
But tell her not to worry at all, since they live
in a lofty, firm and fortified palace
which was built by Ferdowsi and painted by Hafez.
And surely she knows her children's trainers.
* * * * *
Our ancient fire- bird, the phoenix, never dies
and today is the Millennium of it's heroic birth.
Today the old phoenix burnt itself, but
a newly born bird came out from its ashes.
The young phoenix is now inspiring all the birds,
and helps them to compose their crimson flight poems.
Nowadays, any free bird, I see in the sky
is dancing and singing epical sonnets
lovely and pacifically.
Mordad 1369 / July 1990
and fight against our peaceful fire-bird
put them at ease, let them try their best
though they deserve to be laughed at, you
follow the athletic ethic of victor combatants.
Let them go and fly these blind-hearted bats
and try to put out the sun's everlasting light
but remember not to laugh at enemy's corpse.
When a fly buzzes, even if disturbs you,
let it buzz its lecture in darkness, and be sure
that the wind will come and throw it away.
But you, My eagle, My heroic ancient spirit
that the hurricane cannot shake even your shade
and the typhoon is captured by your sharp claws
go on composing our epical presence.
You are the most honorable image, I've ever seen
when you are sitting still at the highest peak.
Only that stony horse can bear your epical weight
on which you sit and worship The Muse.
Give my best greetings to the goddess of poetry
and, on behalf of me, ask her if she knows
who taught and trained her bravest son, Epic
and encouraged him to kill the war-beginners?
And who took care of her prettiest daughter, sonnet
and made up the most charming bride of literature
to elevate the flag of Love and Peace.
And also kindly ask her whether she knows
that her dearest daughter and son, sonnet and epic
were accused of being tyrant and lewd
by some bugs and bats and cardboard cavaliers.
But tell her not to worry at all, since they live
in a lofty, firm and fortified palace
which was built by Ferdowsi and painted by Hafez.
And surely she knows her children's trainers.
* * * * *
Our ancient fire- bird, the phoenix, never dies
and today is the Millennium of it's heroic birth.
Today the old phoenix burnt itself, but
a newly born bird came out from its ashes.
The young phoenix is now inspiring all the birds,
and helps them to compose their crimson flight poems.
Nowadays, any free bird, I see in the sky
is dancing and singing epical sonnets
lovely and pacifically.
Mordad 1369 / July 1990
persian hoopoe
Monday, April 17, 2006
if you want a godly kiss
In the name of Allah
Charisma
Having a great pain of enmity
I was exiled to a stony moment.
My heart capacity was so low
and the ceiling of sky was so down
how insignificant were my desires
and how petty was my world.
At the end of loneliness
I picked up a stone heatedly
and threw it towards the rocks aimlessly.
and the adventure was beginning:
The stone was singing plainly
a heartrending lovely sonnet.
And I was sinking in its eternal charisma
Meanwhile its echo grew and grew
and multiplied progressively.
I could see and hear, by all of my cells
that all of the existence were singing
the same melody:
Find your place among us
you are a part of cosmos
we have the same beloved
who is the creator, indeed
no enmity or enemy
is in our dignity
your heart should only be filled
with love and love, in this field
love is an endless ocean
you should follow shoreless men
if you want a godly kiss
you must fight only for peace.
2005-05-23
persian hoopoe
Charisma
Having a great pain of enmity
I was exiled to a stony moment.
My heart capacity was so low
and the ceiling of sky was so down
how insignificant were my desires
and how petty was my world.
At the end of loneliness
I picked up a stone heatedly
and threw it towards the rocks aimlessly.
and the adventure was beginning:
The stone was singing plainly
a heartrending lovely sonnet.
And I was sinking in its eternal charisma
Meanwhile its echo grew and grew
and multiplied progressively.
I could see and hear, by all of my cells
that all of the existence were singing
the same melody:
Find your place among us
you are a part of cosmos
we have the same beloved
who is the creator, indeed
no enmity or enemy
is in our dignity
your heart should only be filled
with love and love, in this field
love is an endless ocean
you should follow shoreless men
if you want a godly kiss
you must fight only for peace.
2005-05-23
persian hoopoe
The Lost Futures
In the name of Allah
The Lost Futures
Even those broken mirrors
my dust-colored ancient memory
cannot restore my lost futures.
In this abundance of blessing
in which the free bare sweet life
is according to everyone's desire
Nothing is exchangeable for me
with a flame of lovesickness.
The insurance fever is widespread
and all of my worldmates!
are supersonically rushing towards
the banks and the saves
but nothing can save and insure
my evergreen grieves.
How much does my anxiety cost?
for everyone but you, my dearest
it's not worth even a black penny, I know.
My future is lost
and I'm is missing
and I'm patiently waiting for
that Promised Friday Morning
in which I will be found
in your graceful arms.
Come and Reserve All my grieve Rights.
2005/05/17
persian hoopoe
The Lost Futures
Even those broken mirrors
my dust-colored ancient memory
cannot restore my lost futures.
In this abundance of blessing
in which the free bare sweet life
is according to everyone's desire
Nothing is exchangeable for me
with a flame of lovesickness.
The insurance fever is widespread
and all of my worldmates!
are supersonically rushing towards
the banks and the saves
but nothing can save and insure
my evergreen grieves.
How much does my anxiety cost?
for everyone but you, my dearest
it's not worth even a black penny, I know.
My future is lost
and I'm is missing
and I'm patiently waiting for
that Promised Friday Morning
in which I will be found
in your graceful arms.
Come and Reserve All my grieve Rights.
2005/05/17
persian hoopoe
Sunday, March 05, 2006
I Love You because you Love God
The meanings of Islam
The word “Islam” means submission to God’s will
Reconciliation with God
Uncomplaining acceptance of God’s rules
Accepting the religion of Muhammad. (Peace be upon him)
Put oneself under the control of Almighty God.
Acceptance the God’s law and Muhammad’s authority
Obedience the God’s will & law without resistance
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The word “Islam” is derived from the root word “Selm”
Selm in Arabic means: peace ; be in peace with; make peace; friendship; safety; soundness; healthy; adaptation; to be safe and sound; faultless condition;
Blamelessness behavior; to be free from harm; to escape from danger.
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The word Islam is cognate with “salam , taslim , salem , muslim etc”
“Salam” means soundness; well-being; unimpaired mode ; intactness; peacefulness; safety; security; peace.
“Salam” is a common greeting and salutation in Islamic nations
“Salam” is one of God’s names
“Salam” is the language of settlers of paradise
“Salam” means “I’m in peace with you”; “be in peace with God” “may God safe you” ; “may God help and preserve you”
“Salam” means I Love You because you Love God and his Apostles
and Islam means we love each other
“Taslim” means submission; reconciliation
“Muslim” means safe and sound person; secured and protected by God’s power;
Will be continued….
By :P.H.
Zarghan , Zarqan & zargan
In The Name of Allah
The Gold Mine
Our city, Zarghan,is the very gold mine, as the past
Zarghan is a town in Fars province of the glorious IRAN.
My city is located between two famous cities of shiraz and persepolise.
Zarghan is a combinaton of two words :''zar '' and ''ghan''
Zar in Farsi means gold ;
and ''ghan'' is the Arabic form of ''kaan'' means mine
so Zarghan means the mine of gold
but there isnt any gold mine in our city
the real gold of my city is its people.
some years ago i composed a farsi poem about my golden city ,
which begins with this line:
زرقان ما هنوز همان معدن زر است
and the title of this entry is a free English translation of this.
Two other equivalent names of Zarghan,
in written English and official documents,
are Zarqan and Zargan .
The above imege is also an air view of my city zarghan
which is taken by earth google.
Whatever my city is, I love it and its nice and kind people.
*****
By : Persian hoopoe
Zarghan is a town in Fars province of the glorious IRAN.
My city is located between two famous cities of shiraz and persepolise.
Zarghan is a combinaton of two words :''zar '' and ''ghan''
Zar in Farsi means gold ;
and ''ghan'' is the Arabic form of ''kaan'' means mine
so Zarghan means the mine of gold
but there isnt any gold mine in our city
the real gold of my city is its people.
some years ago i composed a farsi poem about my golden city ,
which begins with this line:
زرقان ما هنوز همان معدن زر است
and the title of this entry is a free English translation of this.
Two other equivalent names of Zarghan,
in written English and official documents,
are Zarqan and Zargan .
The above imege is also an air view of my city zarghan
which is taken by earth google.
Whatever my city is, I love it and its nice and kind people.
*****
By : Persian hoopoe
Sadeghi,M.H
Mirror
In the name of Allah
Mirror
Here and there, wandering
I'm looking for something
A tree? A bird? I don't know.
A polished mirror of love being.
*
By : Persian Hoopoe
yours ever
Devotee
*
Oh, darling let me confess
My ailment is lovesickness
Nothing can heal me except
Your lovely charm and shyness
*
Your life-giving two black eyes
That chasing me as spies
are my missing keys of life
by which I fly to skies
*
Let them be cordial with me
Let me sink in them freely
No need to kill me, darling
I’m “yours ever” devotee.
*
By : Persian hoopoe
(Sadeghi, M.H.)
hodhodzar@yahoo.com
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Download!
In the name of Allah
Download!
In an unknown stormy sea
and a familiar dark night
In an endless beginning tide
and a crowded loneliness
a little brave canoe
is carrying a huge crazy volcano.
The canoe will be drown and vanished soon
and the volcano is going to awake
the Fuji Yama's spirit at once
to recite and eternalize
my experience, memory and narration of
love and life.
Except the heart of your affectionate sky
who may download me,
darling.
By : Persian Hoopoe
Friday, March 03, 2006
I’m a target
In the name of Allah
*
The Bull’s Eye
*
I’m a target
(a double-faced target)
My chest and back are painted with colored circles
The smallest one at the middle is The Bull’s Eye
(the Golden point of dueling)
and one who can exactly shoot at my heart
is the final winner.
*
And both Emperors are always winners.
And I’m always the LOSER.
I’ve been a holy loser forever.
I’m a target.
*
By : Sadeghi, M.H.
2006/03/03
hodhodzar@yahoo.com
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Muhammad Hussein Sadeghi
In the name of God
*****
A little about me:
Muhammad Hussein Sadeghi
محمد حسين صادقي
45years old, married, 3 children
B.A. in Teaching English
From: Iran / Fars / Zarghan
زرقان فارس / ايران
my pen name is persian hoopoe in english poems
and hod hod + Baraan in farsi poems
Publisher
Hodhod publication, in Qom
YA ALI
hodhodzar@yahoo.com
http://www.abolfazl-s.blogfa.com
www.yaali59.blogfa.com
*****
A little about me:
Muhammad Hussein Sadeghi
محمد حسين صادقي
45years old, married, 3 children
B.A. in Teaching English
From: Iran / Fars / Zarghan
زرقان فارس / ايران
my pen name is persian hoopoe in english poems
and hod hod + Baraan in farsi poems
Publisher
Hodhod publication, in Qom
YA ALI
hodhodzar@yahoo.com
http://www.abolfazl-s.blogfa.com
www.yaali59.blogfa.com
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Fondling Knife
Fondling Knife
We breed cattle and kill them to eat
and the death breeds us for the same benefit.
Let’s escape from its pasture and fondling knife
and, by a divine love, attain an everlasting life.
By : Sadeghi, M.H.
The highest level of LOVE
In the name of Allah
The highest level of LOVE
Love has different meanings and levels
The lowest level of love is known as sexual pleasures, especially between unmarried couples, according to some cultures LOVE is only this unbridled lusty desire,
And a Lover is a lustful man,
And a Beloved is a prostitute woman, or a girl friend that may have more than one mate. But the LOVE we point to is a heavenly relationship between:
1- Married (or engaged) couples.
2- Parents and their children
3- Relative families
4- Human beings
5- Mankind and all creatures of God
6- Believers and prophets
7- Creatures and Creator (Allah) that is the highest level of LOVE
So when we versify LOVE or speak about it, we are considering these 7 meanings.
You can also add your comments about love.
Be successful
Sadeghi, M.H.
WWW.hodhodiran.blogspot.com
Englishpoems@hotmail.com
The highest level of LOVE
Love has different meanings and levels
The lowest level of love is known as sexual pleasures, especially between unmarried couples, according to some cultures LOVE is only this unbridled lusty desire,
And a Lover is a lustful man,
And a Beloved is a prostitute woman, or a girl friend that may have more than one mate. But the LOVE we point to is a heavenly relationship between:
1- Married (or engaged) couples.
2- Parents and their children
3- Relative families
4- Human beings
5- Mankind and all creatures of God
6- Believers and prophets
7- Creatures and Creator (Allah) that is the highest level of LOVE
So when we versify LOVE or speak about it, we are considering these 7 meanings.
You can also add your comments about love.
Be successful
Sadeghi, M.H.
WWW.hodhodiran.blogspot.com
Englishpoems@hotmail.com
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Down with the international terrorism ; longlive Islam
Inthe name of Allah
*****
Yesterday the holy shrine(s) of Imam Hadi and Imam Hassan Askari in Samereh (iraq) was attackked and destroyed by the enemies of glorious Islam.
*****
Down with the international terrorism
longlive Islam
****
Sadeghi, M.H.
2006/02/23
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Yesterday the holy shrine(s) of Imam Hadi and Imam Hassan Askari in Samereh (iraq) was attackked and destroyed by the enemies of glorious Islam.*****
Down with the international terrorism
longlive Islam
****
Sadeghi, M.H.
2006/02/23
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
We love peaceful life, as you.
In The Name of Allah
Islam and Muslims
To: Jyllands-posten
Dear editor-in-chief
Hello
Regarding to your problematic cartoons there is no doubt in two subjects:
1- You are in mistake about Islam.
2- You are completely right about some of Muslims.
I, as a Muslim, approve some of your themes; but I have not the same opinion about all of your works.
Your cartoon reminds me a wildish massacre in the history of Islam:
A cruel Muslim king whose crown was decorated with the name of the holy prophet of Islam (as one of your cartoons) killed a loyal, honest, faithful family,
And rode horses on their headless-bodies,
And ordered to play with their heads,
And even killed their six-month-old baby,
And set their tints in fire,
And arrested their women and children, as slaves,
And moved them for forty days from a city to another,
While the holy cut heads of their men were among them, at the top spears,
And caused people (Muslims) to throw stones toward them,
And wanted the Muslims to mock and laughing at them,
And … and … and…,
When they were killed, all of them were thirsty near two rivers of Tigris and Euphrates.
*****
And what shall I say about them?
But I have a question?
Do you know that innocent oppressed martyr and his family?
His name was Hussein, the dear grandchild of the holy prophet of Islam
He was one of the sons of prophet’s daughter.
If you read the history of Islam you will find more samples.
In fact all of our Imams (except the last Imam) were killed by despotic Muslim rulers.
*****
And finally :
1- Islam, as the other holy religions, has been usually used as an instrument by tyrants and terrorists to deceive and plunder the people.
2- We are not terrorists; we have always been victims of those terrorists.
3- Islam is a celestial gift of God to all people, and surely God protect it from all dangers,
4- Attacks of our enemies have been made us stronger during the past centuries.
4- If you are our enemy, do your best and continuously attack us by poisonous pens; and if not (surely this is true) be more fair, aware and careful about Islam and other religions.
Be successful.
*****
By : Persian hoopoe
Englishpoems@hotmail.com
hodhodzar@yahoo.com
Defense
1 - Each living creature loves peaceful life, so innately fights against aggressors.
2 – Usually the rich sources are attacked by invaders.
3 – Giving up is equal to death.
4 – Defense makes the defenders stronger.
And that is our story, during our glorious history
So, we aren’t TERORIST; we hate them.
We love peaceful life, as you.
*
Satanic Scenarios
To our emotion fortifications
This is not the first attack nor the last one
*****
Muslim nations are always alive and alert
And ready to defend
But some of leaders are only concerning with their posts
And political positions.
They are sitting and waiting for succeeding humiliations and offences against the Glorious Islam.
But Muslim nations LOVE MUHAMMAD and cannot bear such insults anymore.
*****
What must the leaders do?
If they do not know, their nations know
*****
This scenario is continuing…
*****
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By : Persian hoopoe
Englishpoems@hotmail.com
Islam and Muslims
To: Jyllands-posten
Dear editor-in-chief
Hello
Regarding to your problematic cartoons there is no doubt in two subjects:
1- You are in mistake about Islam.
2- You are completely right about some of Muslims.
I, as a Muslim, approve some of your themes; but I have not the same opinion about all of your works.
Your cartoon reminds me a wildish massacre in the history of Islam:
A cruel Muslim king whose crown was decorated with the name of the holy prophet of Islam (as one of your cartoons) killed a loyal, honest, faithful family,
And rode horses on their headless-bodies,
And ordered to play with their heads,
And even killed their six-month-old baby,
And set their tints in fire,
And arrested their women and children, as slaves,
And moved them for forty days from a city to another,
While the holy cut heads of their men were among them, at the top spears,
And caused people (Muslims) to throw stones toward them,
And wanted the Muslims to mock and laughing at them,
And … and … and…,
When they were killed, all of them were thirsty near two rivers of Tigris and Euphrates.
*****
And what shall I say about them?
But I have a question?
Do you know that innocent oppressed martyr and his family?
His name was Hussein, the dear grandchild of the holy prophet of Islam
He was one of the sons of prophet’s daughter.
If you read the history of Islam you will find more samples.
In fact all of our Imams (except the last Imam) were killed by despotic Muslim rulers.
*****
And finally :
1- Islam, as the other holy religions, has been usually used as an instrument by tyrants and terrorists to deceive and plunder the people.
2- We are not terrorists; we have always been victims of those terrorists.
3- Islam is a celestial gift of God to all people, and surely God protect it from all dangers,
4- Attacks of our enemies have been made us stronger during the past centuries.
4- If you are our enemy, do your best and continuously attack us by poisonous pens; and if not (surely this is true) be more fair, aware and careful about Islam and other religions.
Be successful.
*****
By : Persian hoopoe
Englishpoems@hotmail.com
hodhodzar@yahoo.com
Defense
1 - Each living creature loves peaceful life, so innately fights against aggressors.
2 – Usually the rich sources are attacked by invaders.
3 – Giving up is equal to death.
4 – Defense makes the defenders stronger.
And that is our story, during our glorious history
So, we aren’t TERORIST; we hate them.
We love peaceful life, as you.
*
Satanic Scenarios
To our emotion fortifications
This is not the first attack nor the last one
*****
Muslim nations are always alive and alert
And ready to defend
But some of leaders are only concerning with their posts
And political positions.
They are sitting and waiting for succeeding humiliations and offences against the Glorious Islam.
But Muslim nations LOVE MUHAMMAD and cannot bear such insults anymore.
*****
What must the leaders do?
If they do not know, their nations know
*****
This scenario is continuing…
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By : Persian hoopoe
Englishpoems@hotmail.com
Monday, February 20, 2006
Valentine's day gift
In the name of Allah
A Piece of Peace News
When you are sitting hopelessly
in the flames of anxiety and loneliness
a pleasant gift
is neither a red rose, a love letter
nor a heart-marked undergarment.
When the floods of bloods
are running, madly here and there
When the people are used as
Experimental Guinea Pigs
for the humanistic! researches of Satanic Powers
When the horror of the Mushroom Clouds
cast a vast shadow on the dreams of the world
when the brain of Earth is inflamed with
the malignant tumor of Atomic weapons
and one of them may visit you
or your anonymous friends
before or after Feb. 14th
no present is more desirable and ideal
than a piece of peace news.
Although no one has given me such a heavenly gift
I offer it with the highest respect and love
To all people of the world.
The nuclear disarmament
is feasible if we want.
How?
Send “A Piece of Peace News” to Friends.
Be successful.
*****
By : Persian hoopoe
englishpoems@hotmail.com
A Piece of Peace News
When you are sitting hopelessly
in the flames of anxiety and loneliness
a pleasant gift
is neither a red rose, a love letter
nor a heart-marked undergarment.
When the floods of bloods
are running, madly here and there
When the people are used as
Experimental Guinea Pigs
for the humanistic! researches of Satanic Powers
When the horror of the Mushroom Clouds
cast a vast shadow on the dreams of the world
when the brain of Earth is inflamed with
the malignant tumor of Atomic weapons
and one of them may visit you
or your anonymous friends
before or after Feb. 14th
no present is more desirable and ideal
than a piece of peace news.
Although no one has given me such a heavenly gift
I offer it with the highest respect and love
To all people of the world.
The nuclear disarmament
is feasible if we want.
How?
Send “A Piece of Peace News” to Friends.
Be successful.
*****
By : Persian hoopoe
englishpoems@hotmail.com
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Blacklist & Philanthropists
Blacklist
Their colonies are full of felonies
and war is an inseparable part of their lives.
They cause fear and terror everywhere
and nothing can prevent them from fighting.
They do not obey the international regulations
and never take part in peaceful negotiations.
These radical problematic creatures
only follow their instinctive rules of war.
Their poisonous point of view
which is a sharp sample of heavenly terrorism
is a widespread disease all over the world.
They are very smaller than us
so without any objection
they must be our slaves
but they never bear a bear
and attack us in a wildish career
so they are in our blacklist
and UN must confiscate their hives in favor of us.
Because
We love black honey!
*****
Philanthropists
Angels are still crying
for the innocent victims of terrorism
who were burnt and buried
in such a huge vertical grave.
Who is responsible for this massacre
that injured the hearts of sky and earth?
Mafia and Terrorism
are two wings of devilish politicians
that no one is safe from the tricks of
these philanthropists!
Angels are crying still
not only for the innocent victims of
11th September of 2001
but also for the previous and the next victims
of savageries of Satan’s bed-fellows.
By : Persian hoopoe
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Islam is Peace
In the Name of Allah
*****
In the Name of Allah
How to become a Muslim?
If you believe that “there is no god except Allah” and “Muhammad is the last Messenger of God” you are a Muslim; and no one has permission to evaluate and examine the correctness of your belief and deeds.
You are free in your faith, but if you want to elevate your grade of faith you should do several good things and do not several bad ones, only for the sake of God, not to pretend and to show to other people.
Be successful
How to become a Muslim?
If you believe that “there is no god except Allah” and “Muhammad is the last Messenger of God” you are a Muslim; and no one has permission to evaluate and examine the correctness of your belief and deeds.
You are free in your faith, but if you want to elevate your grade of faith you should do several good things and do not several bad ones, only for the sake of God, not to pretend and to show to other people.
Be successful
*****
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Sadeghi, M.H.
2006/02/09
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2006/02/09
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will be continued...
(If God pleases )
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(If God pleases )
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