Hakīm Abu'l-Qāsim Ferdowsī Tūsī Firdowsi
Hakīm Abu'l-Qāsim Ferdowsī Tūsī Firdowsi Poems
|1.||When The Sword Of Sixty Comes Nigh His Head||4/20/2010|
|2.||Alas For Youth||4/20/2012|
|3.||The Death Of Yazdagird||4/20/2012|
|4.||How Púrándukht Ascended The Throne And Slew Pirúz||4/20/2012|
|5.||How Shirwi Ascended The Throne||4/20/2012|
|6.||How Bárbad Lamented Khusrau Parwiz||4/20/2012|
|7.||How The Chiefs Demanded From Shirwi The Death Of Khusrau Parwiz||4/20/2012|
When The Sword Of Sixty Comes Nigh His Head
When the sword of sixty comes nigh his head
give a man no wine, for he is drunk with years.
Age claps a stick in my bridle-hand:
substance spent, health broken,
forgotten the skill to swerve aside from the joust
with the spearhead grazing my eyelashes.
The sentinel perched on the hill top
cannot see the countless army he used to see there:
the black summit's deep in snow
and its lord himself sinning against the army.
He was proud of his two swift couriers:
lo! sixty ruffians have put them in chains.
The singer is weary of his broken voice,