Monday, 9 June 2008

*دیدار

ای وای خدای من زمان چه بیرحم است

چه حس غريبي درآن لحظه بود

كه با تو نشستم به گفت وشنود

ترا ديده بودم پس از سالها

پس از عاشقانه ترينم سرود

چه بيداري خوب رويا وشي

به خواب خوش دشتها مي نمود

نشستم کنارت، دلم مثل موج

گهی در فراز و گهی در فرود

ترا از كجا آن بهار قشنگ

به مهماني چشمم آورده بود

تو مثل شكوفه پر از تازگي

من اما چو برگي كه افتاده زود

طنين نگاهت هم آهنگ ساز

پر از سوز تار و پر از شور عود

تو آسوده خاطر از آزار من

من آسوده از چشم تنگ وحسود

نه چشم از نگاه تو دل مي بريد

نه قلبم رها ميشد از تاروپود

به چشمت كه روزي دل از من ربود

رسيدم، وليكن چه حاصل چه سود

رسيدم زماني كه ديگر نبود

از آن آتش گرم جز خاك و دود

سقوط من و رفتن تو به ناز

من از جنس باران تو از جنس رود

و اي كاش باران، كه لطفش فزون،
غمت را چو گرد از دلم مي زدود

عميد رضا مشايخي

تهران بهار 86

Tuesday, 3 June 2008

*Bird of Love

A bird came into a heart
A bird came into a heart and wondered,
Where have I come?
How can I find my way out?
How did I get here?
Heart was surprised as much.
As bird was looking for answers, flying all around,
heart beat faster and faster.
Heart was happy and told bird not to worry, things will be right.
Bird said: tell me about yourself!
What are you? What are you made of?
And your purpose?
Heart was thinking,
nobody ever asked such questions before,
Bird thought; such a wonderful creature but can’t fly;
Heart said: I move the world!
I have always been and will ever be.
No beginning no end, my source is life and my end is endless.
Bird was mystified and puzzled!
What’s the meaning of all this?
She had seen bird’s nest,
and how it could break with a strong wind.
She had migrated from place to place,
and had escaped the cold winter and the summer heat.
but never such permanent feelings, never such assurance.
............... little by little, bird started to feel the same signs herself. However;
happy but uneasy, deep feelings but unassured, relieved but expecting.
She thought; should I find a way out or stay? fly or settle?
Heart said: look at the blood that flows through me!
It goes everywhere, yet it comes home so that it can flow again.
It fights the elements and gets injured but here is the source of its comfort,
The source of new life again and again,
Though it can deny me, nevertheless I am.
Bird said: Can you describe yourself more? Can you say the magic word?
Heart said: No need! Know yourself and the love that speaks.
Ramses
Oct. 1997