I Am an Iranian Daughter

Iran`s Historical Monuments,Iranian`s ceremonies,and some times my Thoughts, Diary...

Monday, May 26, 2003

In your light I learn how to learn.
In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest,
Wheae no one sees you,

But sometimes I do, and that
sight becomes this art.

I wait for you.
(written by Mollana, translated by Kordasty.)


At 10:13 AM , Blogger Ramin said...

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At 10:15 AM , Blogger Ramin said...

I came across your blog completely by accident. A friend of mine showed me this poem (in English), and I wanted to find the original (in Persian). So I Googled it, and came across your blog. I was wondering if you knew the original of it. If you do, I would be very glad, if you could provide me with the original Persian :)

قربان شما


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