Ali Ashjaee Poems

The rhythmic rattles of the river
Flowing so fast, flaring with fever
Singing a serene song and sailed
Within the winds wound and whirled
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I color white black
And black white
The Room asks me
For the white
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I traversed through the universe
There I saw nothing but all in verse
Some versified with the tone of unhappiness
And some with the tone of mirth
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Bell rings
Bragging begins

First the ruler
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In the past, ages ago, worn and old
Chaos brought in mother Earth, father Heaven ahold
There began the original tension in the world
She begot damnation, left hope accord
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Walking up the hill
Along the river
Reminding me the mill
And the miller
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Love is something beyond the world
No one can say it in a word
You only have to keep it till the time
That its owner comes and gets you calm
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It is the time of twilight
A chill wind blows along the daffodils
There is no light but the color white
Bragging proudly through the eventide
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پرنده ای را دیدم که در کنار عکس آزادی
نغمه ی پایان اسارت سر می داد
و در نقاشی که تصویرگرش خود اسارت بود
مستانه وار آواز رهایی از قفس می خواند
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خیال را چو اسب تاخته
خرد را سپر انداخته
بدین سان بود گوهری ساخته
بدست گوهران نو جهانی پرداخته
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