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Inspired by the poem:
He rode that gypsy
He did not take you with him
It is night and with the night, dense darkness
Gypsy by the fire night dance, who are you?
Why is happiness gone? Why is the fire extinguished?
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Simin Behbehani
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Inspired by Saadi's Poem: No one knows how much I love you A fish that falls on dry land knows the price of water
Inspired by Molana's Poem: I cried because of this complaining creature Those are my longings and drunken screams By God, my city will be imprisoned without you I wish to wander in the mountains and the desert One hand is a cup and the other is a supporter I know such a middle dance is a dream زین خلق پر شکایت گریان شدم ملول آن های و هوی و نعره ی مستانم آرزوست والله که شهر بی تو مرا حبس میشود آوارگی کوه و بیابانم آرزوست یک دست جام باده و یک دست زلف یار رقصی چنین میانه ی میدانم آرزوست مولانا
Inspired by Roozbeh Bemani's Poem: Wherever there is a light, it is because of the fear of being alone O my lonely fear, here is a bright light Here, one feels the fear of the night Every day he talks about the thought of falling with the mountain Where I was alone in the night of Qiblah Here in this pole of silence, the nightmare is longer هر جا چراغی روشنه از ترس تنها بودنه ای ترس تنهای من اینجا چراغی روشنه اینجا یکی از حس شب احساس وحشت می کنه هرروز از فکر سقوط با کوه صحبت می کنه جایی که من تنها شدم شب قبله گاهه آخره اینجا تو این قطب سکوت کابوس طولانی تره (شعر از: روزبه بمانی)
Inspired by Forough Farokhzad's Poem: I left, forgive me and don't say he was unfaithful I had no choice but to escape This fiery love full of hopeless pain He dragged me into the valley of guilt and madness I went, that hot kiss full of longing for you Wash my lips with tears رفتم ، مرا ببخش و مگو او وفا نداشت راهی بجز گریز برایم نمانده بود این عشق آتشین پر از درد بی امید در وادی گـناه و جنونم کشانده بود رفتم ، که داغ بوسه پر حسرت ترا با اشک های دیده ز لب شستشو دهم (شعر از: فروغ فرخ زاد)
Inspired by Hakim Omar Khayyam's Poem: Look, where did I end up in the world? nothing What is the result of life in my hand? nothing I lit a candle, but when I sat down, there was nothing I'm Jaam e Jam, but when I broke, nothing بنگر ز جهان چه طرف بر بستم ؟ هیچ وز حاصل عمر چیست در دستم ؟ هیچ شمع طـربم ولی چو بنشستم هیچ من جام جمم ولی چو بشکستم هیچ (شعر از: حکیم عمر خیام)
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