It’s everyday my thought and every night my speech

(ode) (Rumi) (Masnavi Manavi)

It’s everyday my thought and every night my speech

That why am I inattentive to my heart?

From where did I come? What’s my coming reason?

To where do I go at the end? Don’t you show my home?

I don’t know why did he make me?

Or what’s his reason to make me?

The good day is that I fly to god.

In thought of him I move my wings.

Who’s that ear who hears my singing?

I didn’t come hear to return myself.

Who brought me here he returns me to home.

I’m bird of sky garden and half made of soil.

And they made a prison from my body for few days.

The Water

(modern poetry) (Sohrab Sepehri) (the Green Space)

Don’t silt water

Maybe a pigeon drinks water

Or maybe a bird is washing its wings

Or in the village a cruse is filling (to drink)

Don’t silt water

Maybe this smooth water is going under a poplar to clear a heart’s sadness

Maybe a poor is entering a dry bread in water (to eat)

A beautiful woman came near water

Don’t silt water. The beautiful face have been two times more

Such tasty water

Such a soft river

Good people has candor

Their springs be full. Their cows have milk

L haven’t seen their village

Certainly god’s track is on their hedges

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Certainly in their village walls are short

A flower opens, every one know

Such a village

The alleys are full of music sound

They understand water

They didn’t silt it

We should not silt it too