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True love the humane key in the Iranian stories , poems and
culture
We want to open a new window to one of the most fruitful gardens of logic and wisdom that exists in the culture and history of Persia.
Our happiness blossoms when we accomplish to show you the beauty of the mood , lives in the group of "khush hals" in this territory , Maybe you join them too . We hope that we together could reach the end of this way that is humanity.
"Poetry Day" the day of love and humanity
Whether at NEISHABUR or Babylon,
Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run,
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
Hafez (Divine Poet)
O beautiful wine-bearer,
bring forth the cup and put it to my lips
Path of love seemed easy at first, what came was many hardships.
With its perfume, the morning breeze unlocks those beautiful locks
The curl of those dark ringlets, many hearts to shreds strips.
In the house of my Beloved, how can I enjoy the feast
Since the church bells call the call that for pilgrimage equips.
With wine color your robe, one of the old Magi’s best tips
Trust in this traveler’s tips, who knows of many paths and trips.
The dark midnight, fearful waves, and the tempestuous whirlpool
How can he know of our state, while ports house his unladen ships.
I followed my own path of love, and now I am in bad repute
How can a secret remain veiled, if from every tongue it drips?
If His presence you seek, Hafiz, then why yourself eclipse?
Stick to the One you know, let go of imaginary trips.
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