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LYRIC


1– Come, Stay and Leave.

My mind is ruined and I shall pick up eternity fruits , to be wait for Infinite time ?

Whether the calendar stays on zero time , to live with my backlog Memory like kids ?

whether the cupbearer serve me wine ? Whether to live like kids and to drink lot

and to be senseless and to be waiting like kids in drunken mood and to stay for ever ?

Nowadays I am wisdom and drunken and wondering what to do now ,

When I dispel my ruined sense and to be sharp and fly into sky ?

But I am doubt , it is true since drunken mood shall be right too !

I put off my wisdom & philosophical envelop and to stay here !

And Sun is shining like scarlet rays to the sky in order to get me vivid and At night

the moon shines white rays and targets the sea and a drop asleep , I am glad here

because before to be victimized by the sadness I drink the wine and let it forget .

Arabs put our king called jamshid between Two beds and torn his body ,

I can not believe it , I am wondering does it possible to ruin the vivid wine of jam jamshid ?

it is jam jamshid, I am myself jam jamshid, he declared the first day of spring the first day

of new year 3000 years ago, I treated the first 13 days of new year as a feast ,

I visit my relatives and companions and wish them a happy new year , Bahram Gur is buried

under my feet , the king hundred singers , players & dancers took from abroad

and dispersed between our citys so as to dispel the happy , he built up a palace comprises

of 7 rooms with different colors the same and placed each one his wife whose drawn up

from 7 continents and he turned into the player within days of weeks , he hunted zebra and

sunken in marsh and played the death rhythm , I love Bahram & jamshid and I am fond

of them crazy , I put them on the checker of the chess and play instead of kings in order to

derive me happy , my imagine supposed to be New year of jamshid & my essence is eternity

dormitory of Bahram.



2-Like a Dream!



Days changed to nights, ere you were born, or I,

And on its business ever rolled the sky;

See you tread gently on this dust-perchance

'Twas once the apple of some beauty's eye.



I sometimes think that never blows so red

The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;

That every Hyacinth the Garden wears

Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.



And this reviving Herb whose tender Green

Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean--

Lean upon it lightly! for who knows

From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!



Threats of Hell and hopes of paradise!

One thing at least is certain - This Life flies;

One thing is certain and the rest is Lise;

The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.



The world is a mirage, a dream;

why Then do you despair and cling to your

Unhappy condition? surrender your soul to the present.

your future is fixed. you can't change

Any part of it.



3-Like a Pottery!

Heaven is incomplete without a heavenly romance

Let a glass of wine be my present circumstance

Take what is here now, let go of a promised chance

A drumbeat is best heard from a distance.



Ah,this inverted Bowl they call the Sky,

Where under crawling coop'd we live and die,

Lift not your hands to It for help--for It

As impotently moves as you or I.



Here in this pottery I came by chance

Two Thousand pots I saw in a glance

Cried out a pot awakened from trance :

"whither potter, vendor and buyer prance?"



Let us shake off dull reason's incubus,

Our tale of days or years cease to discuss,

And take our jugs, and plenish them with wine,

Or e'er grim potters make their jugs of us!



4-Like a Tavern!

With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow,

And with my own hand wrought to make it grow;

And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd :

"I came like Water, and like Wind I go."



See! from the world what profit have I gained?

What fruitage of my life in hand retained?

What use is Jamshid's goblet, once 'tis crushed?

What pleasure's torch, when once its light has waned?



Here in this tavern-haunt I make my liar(= my shelter ),

and with wine and cup I build a heaven.... hear,

Like skeptic monk, or ugly courtesan,

No hopes I have above, no joys below.



I know the outwardness of existence and non-existence

I know the inwardness of all that is high and low

But all this logic will cheerfully renounce,

If one a higher grade than drink can show.



5– Like a Lantern!

We are no other than a moving row

Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go

Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held

In Midnight by the Master of the Show;



Some for the Glories of This World; and some

Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;

Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,

The brave rumbles of a distant Drum!



The circle in which is that coming and going of ours

neither its beginning nor its ending has been discovered.

No one speaks on this issue rightly

Saying where this coming is from and where the going is to



YESTERDAY This Day's Madness did prepare;

TO-MORROW's Silence, Triumph, or Despair:

Drink! for you not know whence you came, nor why:

Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.



This Universal wheel, this merry-go-round

In our imagination we have found

The sun a flame,in the Cosmic lantern bound

We are mere ghosts, revolving, the flame surround



Man is a cup, his soul the wine therein,

Flesh is a pipe, spirit the voice within;

O sweet faced, O cup bearer, have you fathomed what man is?

A magic lantern with a light therein!



6– Like a Body!

Iran indeed is gone with all her Rose,

And Jamshid's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows;

But still a Ruby kindles in the Vine,

And many a Garden by the Water blows.



To find great Jamshid's world-reflecting bowl

I compassed sea and land, and viewed the whole;

But, when I asked the wary sage, I learned

That bowl was my own body, and my soul!



This world a body is, and God its soul,

And angels are its senses, who control

Its limbs---the creatures, elements, and spheres;

The One is the sole basis of the whole.



I sent my Soul through the Invisible,

Some letter of that After-life to spell:

And by and by my Soul return'd to me,

And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell:"



Child of four elements and sevenfold heaven,

Who fume and sweat because of these eleven,

Drink ! I have told you seventy times and seven :

Once gone, nor hell will send you back, nor heaven.



A drap of water fall'n on ocean wide

A grain of earth become with earth allied

what does your coming, going Here denote?

A tiny fly appeared awhile, then died.





7– Like a Snare!



"We have the power

to make this the best generation of mankind

in the history of the world

or to make it the last." - - John F. Kennedy



How long, How long, How long,………….shall we wait?

How long, How long, How long………….,for Eternal peace?

How long, How long, How long………….,shall we wait?

How long, How long, How long,………… for Eternal peace?



O unenlightened race of humankind,

Ye are a nothing, built on empty wind!

Yea, a mere nothing, hovering in the abyss,

A void before you, and a void behind!



This world a hollow pageant you should deem;

All wise men know things are not what they seem;

Be of good cheer, and drink, and so shake off

This vain illusion of a baseless dream.



All thing are full of weariness. All, all,

Is vanity. What vision doth not fall.

short of the eyes desire? Whose ear was ever filled.

With hearing? And what pleasture but doth pall?



Now the New Year reviving old Desires,

The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,

Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough

Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires



On earth's green carpet many sleepers lie,

And hid beneath it others I descry;

And others, not yet come, or passed away,

People the desert of Non-entity!



O foolish one! this molded earth is naught;

This parti-colored vault of heaven is naught;

Our sojourn in this seat of life and death

Is but one breath, and what is that but naught?



Looking for peace on earth? Foolishness.

Believing in eternal calm? Foolishness.



8- like a forgetful girl



My rule of life is to drink and be merry

To be free from belief and unbelief is my religion:

I asked the Bride of Destiny her bride-price,

" your joyous heart ", she said



Tonight I shall embrace a gallon cup

With at least two cups of wine I‘ll sup

I’ll divorce my mind and religion stop

With daughter of vine, all night I’ll stay up.



Wine is a melted ruby, and the cup

The mine from which we mortals dig it up;

The cup the body, and the wine the soul:

How many tears lie hidden where we sup?



Those whose believes are founded upon hypocracy

Come and draw a distinction between the body and the soul;

I will put the wine cock on my head, if when I have done so,

they place a red comb upon my head, as they are cockscomb.



Oh, heart ! since in this world truth itself is hyperbole,

why are you so disquieted with this trouble and abasement ?

resign your body to destiny, and adapt yourself to the times,

for, what the Pen has written, it will not re-write for your sake.



9- What 's the world?



The caravan of life moves strangely on,

It wanes and fades, then waxes clear anon ;

Why fret, bright saki, o'er to-morrow's doom?

Gome, fill the goblet, ere the night be gone



Know now, forever, ….. Earth is but a caravanserai,

A resting place of fleeting night and day,

The remnant of a feast, where Jamshid sate,

The tomb * of many a Bahram passed away.



Nay, crush them not, for long ere we were born,

Day changed to night and night again to morn ;



Nay, crush them not, for long ere we were born,

Day changed to night and night again to morn ;

This dust, perchance, was once a beaming eye,

Or lovely mole, by bright-eyed beauty worn.



Each mote of dust on earth's face

was once a face like the sun, a brow like Venus

Brush it from your lovely face with a sense of shame.

this Out Of Fashion was once a lovely face.



In Schools, in Church, in Cloister, Cell,

Some seek for Heaven, some fly from Hell ;

Khayyam ! who said in Hell he'll dwell ?

Who came from Heaven, Who went to Hell ?



Those who were the slaves of intellect and hair-splitting,

became nothing in sighing over Being and Not-being:

go, ignorant one, and choose grape juice

for those ignorant ones with their unripe grapes became dried grapes.



We here Wine Bench and drunken frame

Care for no Hope, and fear no flame.

Heart, soul, cup, clothes wine-stained, you see,

From Earth, Air, Water, Fire, are free,



Heart, soul, cup, clothes wine-stained, you see,

From Earth, Air, Water, Fire, are free



Heart, soul, cup, clothes wine-stained, you see,

From Earth, Air, Water, Fire, are free,



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