ay sâqî, az-ân bâda ke awwal dâd-î
riTlê dô dar andâz-o be-y-afzâ shâdî
yâ châshniyê az-ân na-bâyast namûd
yâ mast-o kharâb kon, chô sar be-g’shâd-î
English Translation
O cupbearer, from that wine which you first gave,
Toss in two [more] cups worth and increase (my) happiness.
Either a taste of it must not be made known,
Or, if you have opened the [jug’s] top, you must make (me)drunk and ruined.
Thus can my love excuse the slow offenceOf my dull bearer, when from thee I speed:From where thou art, why should I haste me thence?Till I return, of posting is no need.O, what excuse will my poor beast then findWhen swift extremity can seem but slow?Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;In wingèd…
I look in the mirror what can i see, someone who isnt good enough you dont belong with me deserve so much better this we know, some one who makes you feel special, who can help you grow, all i know is i want to be them and i know that it would be hard…
There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired,as a child in school memorizes facts and conceptsfrom books and from what the teacher says,collecting information from the traditional sciencesas well as from the new sciences. With such intelligence you rise in the world.You get ranked ahead or behind othersin regard to your competence in retaininginformation. You…
Who will believe my verse in time to come,If it were fill’d with your most high deserts?Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tombWhich hides your life and shows not half your parts.If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say…
There is a community of the spirit.Join it, and feel the delightof walking in the noisy streetand being the noise.Drink all your passion,and be a disgrace.Close both eyesto see with the other eye.
When in the chronicle of wasted timeI see descriptions of the fairest wights,And beauty making beautiful old rhymeIn praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty’s best,Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,I see their antique pen would have express’dEven such a beauty as you master now.So…
