“Book”
A kind friend I am,
Wise and well spoken
A lot I speak about
But tongue, I am without
*
A lot I can advise,
Many lessons I know
A friend who is artful,
Harmless and useful
*
Don’t ignore me
A kind friend I am.
“Tree”
With my own hands I plant a tree
Dig a trench to bring water to its foot
Some grass seeds on its soil,
I spread to remain long after me
*
Slowly my tree sprouts leaves and buds,
making thick branches overhead
Grass grows green and lush,
a lawn appears on its bed
*
Summers, when heat is on,
my tree opens its umbrella,
makes a shady cool place,
attracts any one who passes by
*
At its foot, an exhausted, fainting fellow,
in a hot mid day falls to sleep
Then wakes up and says: whoever planted here
this tree, may your soul be always in peace
“Children of Iran”
We are the smiling flowers,
Children of Iran
Dear as our lives
We hold our divine Iran
*
We must be wise,
Vigilant and watchful
Able we must be,
In order to guard Iran
*
Be prosperous, Iran
Be free, Iran
From us, your children,
Be happy at heart, Iran.
“Moon and I”
O’ heavenly moon
You are like a bow tonight
Bring Joy to hearts,
your shining lights,
Never forget
To guard us at nights
*
Mornings You hide
from everyone eyes,
no one sees you any place
you only appear at nights
How could remain hidden
Such a bright shining face?
*
Far, far away from us
With no friend, all alone,
taking your own place
Up, up in the sky
Watching us
From that high
*
O’ my night loving moon
I will keep following you
At your nightly beautiful face
I have never closed my eyes
*
Be a pigeon, just tonight
Sit on my hand, if you can
So I pet you slowly
Then sing along with me
We play and we enjoy
Together we can fly
At dawn you may return
To your place from the earth
*
But no, no stay in the sky
Remain among all the stars
They are like your children there
For them do as mothers do
With every little one of them,
Be kind and gentle too.
“We Work”
We children are blacksmiths
In hammering, we are skilled
Whether boys, whether girls
Happy we are to have work to do
*
We little ones are coppersmiths
Busier even than coppersmiths
Whether boys, whether girls
Happy we are to have work to do
*
We children are boat drivers
We know how to row so well
Whether boys, whether girls
Happy we are to have work to do
*
We little ones are carpenters
We work with saws and picks
Whether boys, whether girls
Happy we are to have work to do
*
We little ones are good bakers
Busier even than bakers
Whether boys, whether girls
Happy we are to have work to do
*
We little ones work very hard
Work with almost everything
Whether boys, whether girls
Happy we are to have work to do
“Morning came”
Morning came and sun
Shined and smiled
Whatever it smiled on,
Joyed and shined
*
Flowers have opened
Colorful and pretty,
Holding their heads
Up high with pride
*
Butterflies again
Fly together
Sitting on flowers
Open, as they become
*
Sparrow with joy
Started to sing
Flew up to the air
With blow of the wind
*
City woke up
With so much excitement
People got off
Happily to work
“Snow”
Between the earth and the sky
Like pigeons’ features
Snow is falling large and small
*
One by one or handful
Wind blows around
As if cotton is being fluffed
On the roof, on the ground
*
On the faces, on the heads
Snow falls from the sky
World is under a white sheet
Snow lays on the maple
*
Like ribbon on its branches
Pine’s body became white
Hidden behind the snow
Cypress has head to waist
*
Wedding lace on its face
Mountain turned old overnight
Its head became milky white
*
Look, look how wonderful
Cotton is being fluffed in the air
“Arrow and Call”
My thumb released an arrow
Where it came down, I don’t know
Flew so fast the rapid arrow
That hid from eyes, went where the wind did go
*
I called out loud,
my feelings into the air
Did not see where it went, no one sees,
passing of a call with own eyes
*
Some time passed till it came,
in passing by, one day
Saw on a tree my arrow,
My call in the heart of a beloved.
“Sky’s Zoo”
In that blue dome
Whatever there is, pretty it is
On its beautiful screens,
many things are to see
*
Nights full of stars,
like a ceiling full of images
Goat, cow, fish,
crab, scorpion, lion
*
A small bear that corner
A big bear on its side
Two bodies at one place
A level in some other place
*
A herd of clouds
enters its blue fields
Like a zoo that is
coming from afar
*
A wild horse on that side
A wolf and a whale on this
Elephant, leopard, deer
Rabbit, horse and mule
*
How funny is this world?
Everywhere is strange
This world down below
That sky up, above
*
Is this world all there is?
or is there more than this?
Is there the sky underneath?
or garden of galaxies?
*
Where or what is all there is?
Who has really seen it all?
Where might be its below?
Where is really its above?
*
What do we really do know?
from this book of existance?
This book surely has still
plenty pages unread
“Twinkle my star”
Clouds are now torn apart
Twinkle my star
You made me happy at heart
Started to shine again
Seeing that I loved you
You pointed at me
Twinkle my star
Clouds are now torn apart
*
Invisible in the morning
Bright and white at night
Among dark clouds
A place for hope you are
If you hide once again
Never will you see me again
Twinkle my star
Clouds are now torn apart
*
Assistanting every traveler
Loyal to our friends
In the cold and quiet nights,
I am in sleep and you are awake
With your heavenly light
You become apparent to us
Twinkle my star
Clouds are now torn apart
“Sign of Wind”
Who has seen the wind?
To show it to the children,
No none, has seen it yet
With his own eyes in this world
*
But if you watch
The fields, gardens and flowers
When leaves tremble on the branches
Trees move bending back and forth, singing
Branches collide, like hands clapping
All these signs tell you at that time for sure
Wind is blowing through the fields, through the gardens
Honey Bee
I am a skilled flower scientist
I grow them in gardens, in fields
in gardens I gathered knowledge
I learned a big deal
*
Now I’m full of knowledge
I’m a PhD in flower science
I go after flowers in daylight
Wherever there is a one, I go there
*
Any desirable flower,
Colourful and fragrant and full of sweet nectar
I fly over to it,
I land down on it
I draw my lips on its lips
I drink the nectar from its mouth
*
Then I go back to the hive
Carrying the fragrant nectar
I process the nectar
I turn it into wax and honey
With my hard work, my difficulties ease up.
If I get to play a bit, I make some honey another bit,
“O! Beloved Iran”
O! beloved Iran!
The golden land!
Planted on its chest, your soil holds red roses
Red roses at which smiles
At its rise and its set,
Loaf of sun
All over your pure body flowers fall
Red, blue, orange, white flowers
Pink, yellow, purple
Colors and scents
In all directions, everywhere
Your water springs pour
Tears of joy on the mountain skirts
Your streams wrap
Like a necklace made from jewels and pearls
Around mountain neck
Your rivers drop
Like a silver chain
From chest of the mountain down to the foot of the canyon
Clouds cover over
Head and neck of the mountain
Like a comforter made of fur
Covering the mountain for many days
Then drop tears of joy
Tears that make up thousands of seas
Every one is the tear of the whole world
Your fruit tree
With such a crop
Like hands blessing the world
Spraying essence of like over the soil
Oranges and limes
Apples and cherries and peaches
Plumbs and sour cherries
Bunches of grapes, of dates
Quince, figs, pomegranate, medlars
Berries, walnuts, nectarines
Colors and scents
In all directions, everywhere
Your blessed mountains
Not only there are mines in them
On its skirts are
Show cases of flowers and beautiful plants
Nursery for many delicious treats
..........
Then again
Your mountains and plains are habitats of useful livings
Quails, pheasants, cranes, partridges
Gees, ducks,
A kind friend I am,
Wise and well spoken
A lot I speak about
But tongue, I am without
*
A lot I can advise,
Many lessons I know
A friend who is artful,
Harmless and useful
*
Don’t ignore me
A kind friend I am.
“Tree”
With my own hands I plant a tree
Dig a trench to bring water to its foot
Some grass seeds on its soil,
I spread to remain long after me
*
Slowly my tree sprouts leaves and buds,
making thick branches overhead
Grass grows green and lush,
a lawn appears on its bed
*
Summers, when heat is on,
my tree opens its umbrella,
makes a shady cool place,
attracts any one who passes by
*
At its foot, an exhausted, fainting fellow,
in a hot mid day falls to sleep
Then wakes up and says: whoever planted here
this tree, may your soul be always in peace
“Children of Iran”
We are the smiling flowers,
Children of Iran
Dear as our lives
We hold our divine Iran
*
We must be wise,
Vigilant and watchful
Able we must be,
In order to guard Iran
*
Be prosperous, Iran
Be free, Iran
From us, your children,
Be happy at heart, Iran.
“Moon and I”
O’ heavenly moon
You are like a bow tonight
Bring Joy to hearts,
your shining lights,
Never forget
To guard us at nights
*
Mornings You hide
from everyone eyes,
no one sees you any place
you only appear at nights
How could remain hidden
Such a bright shining face?
*
Far, far away from us
With no friend, all alone,
taking your own place
Up, up in the sky
Watching us
From that high
*
O’ my night loving moon
I will keep following you
At your nightly beautiful face
I have never closed my eyes
*
Be a pigeon, just tonight
Sit on my hand, if you can
So I pet you slowly
Then sing along with me
We play and we enjoy
Together we can fly
At dawn you may return
To your place from the earth
*
But no, no stay in the sky
Remain among all the stars
They are like your children there
For them do as mothers do
With every little one of them,
Be kind and gentle too.
“We Work”
We children are blacksmiths
In hammering, we are skilled
Whether boys, whether girls
Happy we are to have work to do
*
We little ones are coppersmiths
Busier even than coppersmiths
Whether boys, whether girls
Happy we are to have work to do
*
We children are boat drivers
We know how to row so well
Whether boys, whether girls
Happy we are to have work to do
*
We little ones are carpenters
We work with saws and picks
Whether boys, whether girls
Happy we are to have work to do
*
We little ones are good bakers
Busier even than bakers
Whether boys, whether girls
Happy we are to have work to do
*
We little ones work very hard
Work with almost everything
Whether boys, whether girls
Happy we are to have work to do
“Morning came”
Morning came and sun
Shined and smiled
Whatever it smiled on,
Joyed and shined
*
Flowers have opened
Colorful and pretty,
Holding their heads
Up high with pride
*
Butterflies again
Fly together
Sitting on flowers
Open, as they become
*
Sparrow with joy
Started to sing
Flew up to the air
With blow of the wind
*
City woke up
With so much excitement
People got off
Happily to work
“Snow”
Between the earth and the sky
Like pigeons’ features
Snow is falling large and small
*
One by one or handful
Wind blows around
As if cotton is being fluffed
On the roof, on the ground
*
On the faces, on the heads
Snow falls from the sky
World is under a white sheet
Snow lays on the maple
*
Like ribbon on its branches
Pine’s body became white
Hidden behind the snow
Cypress has head to waist
*
Wedding lace on its face
Mountain turned old overnight
Its head became milky white
*
Look, look how wonderful
Cotton is being fluffed in the air
“Arrow and Call”
My thumb released an arrow
Where it came down, I don’t know
Flew so fast the rapid arrow
That hid from eyes, went where the wind did go
*
I called out loud,
my feelings into the air
Did not see where it went, no one sees,
passing of a call with own eyes
*
Some time passed till it came,
in passing by, one day
Saw on a tree my arrow,
My call in the heart of a beloved.
“Sky’s Zoo”
In that blue dome
Whatever there is, pretty it is
On its beautiful screens,
many things are to see
*
Nights full of stars,
like a ceiling full of images
Goat, cow, fish,
crab, scorpion, lion
*
A small bear that corner
A big bear on its side
Two bodies at one place
A level in some other place
*
A herd of clouds
enters its blue fields
Like a zoo that is
coming from afar
*
A wild horse on that side
A wolf and a whale on this
Elephant, leopard, deer
Rabbit, horse and mule
*
How funny is this world?
Everywhere is strange
This world down below
That sky up, above
*
Is this world all there is?
or is there more than this?
Is there the sky underneath?
or garden of galaxies?
*
Where or what is all there is?
Who has really seen it all?
Where might be its below?
Where is really its above?
*
What do we really do know?
from this book of existance?
This book surely has still
plenty pages unread
“Twinkle my star”
Clouds are now torn apart
Twinkle my star
You made me happy at heart
Started to shine again
Seeing that I loved you
You pointed at me
Twinkle my star
Clouds are now torn apart
*
Invisible in the morning
Bright and white at night
Among dark clouds
A place for hope you are
If you hide once again
Never will you see me again
Twinkle my star
Clouds are now torn apart
*
Assistanting every traveler
Loyal to our friends
In the cold and quiet nights,
I am in sleep and you are awake
With your heavenly light
You become apparent to us
Twinkle my star
Clouds are now torn apart
“Sign of Wind”
Who has seen the wind?
To show it to the children,
No none, has seen it yet
With his own eyes in this world
*
But if you watch
The fields, gardens and flowers
When leaves tremble on the branches
Trees move bending back and forth, singing
Branches collide, like hands clapping
All these signs tell you at that time for sure
Wind is blowing through the fields, through the gardens
Honey Bee
I am a skilled flower scientist
I grow them in gardens, in fields
in gardens I gathered knowledge
I learned a big deal
*
Now I’m full of knowledge
I’m a PhD in flower science
I go after flowers in daylight
Wherever there is a one, I go there
*
Any desirable flower,
Colourful and fragrant and full of sweet nectar
I fly over to it,
I land down on it
I draw my lips on its lips
I drink the nectar from its mouth
*
Then I go back to the hive
Carrying the fragrant nectar
I process the nectar
I turn it into wax and honey
With my hard work, my difficulties ease up.
If I get to play a bit, I make some honey another bit,
“O! Beloved Iran”
O! beloved Iran!
The golden land!
Planted on its chest, your soil holds red roses
Red roses at which smiles
At its rise and its set,
Loaf of sun
All over your pure body flowers fall
Red, blue, orange, white flowers
Pink, yellow, purple
Colors and scents
In all directions, everywhere
Your water springs pour
Tears of joy on the mountain skirts
Your streams wrap
Like a necklace made from jewels and pearls
Around mountain neck
Your rivers drop
Like a silver chain
From chest of the mountain down to the foot of the canyon
Clouds cover over
Head and neck of the mountain
Like a comforter made of fur
Covering the mountain for many days
Then drop tears of joy
Tears that make up thousands of seas
Every one is the tear of the whole world
Your fruit tree
With such a crop
Like hands blessing the world
Spraying essence of like over the soil
Oranges and limes
Apples and cherries and peaches
Plumbs and sour cherries
Bunches of grapes, of dates
Quince, figs, pomegranate, medlars
Berries, walnuts, nectarines
Colors and scents
In all directions, everywhere
Your blessed mountains
Not only there are mines in them
On its skirts are
Show cases of flowers and beautiful plants
Nursery for many delicious treats
..........
Then again
Your mountains and plains are habitats of useful livings
Quails, pheasants, cranes, partridges
Gees, ducks,