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When my heart calls her hither
Wherefore then the stars shimmer
For this and that dispute endeavor
Then sadden when none gets better

This beautiful singer is singing in either Dari or Farsi. Love her verve and cheerfulness, which brings about a freshness to a new beginning ❤️

Houshang ebtehaj poems in farsi and english

Arghavan, a branch separated from its tree,
What color is your sky today?
Is the weather sunny,
Or is it still caught in gloom?

I am in this corner, detached from the world,
No sun shines upon me,
I have no news of spring.
All I see are walls,
Oh, this intense darkness,
It is so close
That when I try to take a breath from my chest,
It turns it back, locking me in a flightless path,
Within just one step.
A wounded soul like a sick lamp,
The night weaver narrates a tale of darkness.

I feel suffocated,
As if even the air is imprisoned here.
Whatever is with me here,
The color of joy has faded.
The sun never rises,
Not even a glimmer of hope.
In the corner of the eye,
This pain does not let go of forgetfulness.
Forgotten and silent in this corner,
Like a candle extinguished by a cold breath.
A colorful wind stirs in my memory,
Bringing tears to my eyes.

Arghavan is there,
Arghavan is alone,
Arghavan is crying…
Just like my bleeding heart,
Every moment, tears fall from my eyes.

Arghavan,
What mystery is it that every spring,
With the mourning of our hearts, it arrives?
The earth every year is tinged with the blood of swallows,
And this adds wound upon wound to the hearts of the burned ones.

Arghavan,
the earth’s claws are bloody,
Embrace the morning’s hem.
Ask the riders of the galloping sun,
Who passes by this pain and sorrow?
Arghavan, a cluster of blood,
In the early morning when doves
Begin their cooing by the window,
Take the colorful soul in your hand.
Carry it to the theater of flight.
Ah, hurry, as even the flying ones
Are concerned about their grief.

Arghavan,
hoist the crimson flag of spring,
You are my blood-stained poem.
Keep the memory of my colorful companions
Upon your tongue.
Sing the unsung melody of mine,
Arghavan, a branch separated from its tree, I remain…
I am sitting by the door, looking outside,
The window sighs,
From which path do you arrive?

The thought of seeing you was so delightful,
My youth has grown old in this hope,
You didn’t come, and it became late…
I am that cloud eager to rain,
My heart is longing for tears.

My heart is lonely, a stranger in this door and plain,
Does not know where to find its resting place.
One night, it embraced spring,
What fires, what fires it ignited.
I recited my own tale to his ear,
Like the tears of spring, it shed tears.

His sad eyes gazed upon me,
Drop by drop, tears rolled from his eyelashes,
A tremor fell upon his lofty locks,
Under his sorrowful lips, he chanted.
The clanking of chains on my hands,
I said to him:
“When they break apart from each other,”
A bitter smile appeared on his lips, and he said:
“It’s a captivating desire, but alas,
Fate has tied my excitement to this hope.”
And that golden boat of the sun,
Crashed against the rocks of the western shore.

I shuddered at the bitterness of the pain,
My heart wept with his heart.
I said to him:
“Look at this blind sea,
The eye of every star is a shining boat.”
He raised his head toward the sky and said:
“The eye of every star is a shining boat,
But this night is also a deep sea,
Oh, alas, the fleeing night pulls
The spell of night in their sleep.”
I said to him:
“The lantern of the moon
Shows the way to wakefulness from your eyes.”

He said:
“But in this night, it’s so enigmatic,
No melody reaches the ears.”
I said to him:
“But my heart is beating,
Listen, for it is the sound of his footsteps.”

He said:
“Oh, sorrowful in this deathtrap,
They capture a fresh prey again.
It is the sound of his footsteps,
A cry of despair fell upon me,
Amidst the tears, I asked him:
“What is the most delightful smile?”
A flame blossomed in his dark eyes,
A surge of blood erupted on his cheeks.
He said:
“The smile of triumphant love,
At the moment of dying, it shows on the lips of brave men.”
I rose with a shout,
And I kissed him….

Hymn to Intellectual Beauty
Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

https://musicaandina2011.blogspot.com/2012/08/virgenes-del-sol.html?m=1
O Sun, whith a radiant glow,
Light up my nation!
Bereft, in sad loneliness.

Make my beloved come back now.
Everything is is loneliness,
in this my sad heart.

Come, oh my sweet dear,
with my love I swore
without you I die.