No more will I make life freeze;
I will enjoy my life up to its lowest lees.
Life is short; it is precious;
Life can't stand with things malicious.
Why shouldn't I, why shouldn't I?
Soar with wings up in the sky?
Aye, I do love to dream;
Like the stars, I don't gleam,
But I will shine, shine, for sure;
The more will I shine, the more endure.
......
No need to hurry;
No need to hustle;
The waves do carry
Our each sandcastle.
Life contains a measured beat;
We need to accept all;
Freedom has a deep seat,
As we're given the call.
......
The Angles of the Frame
A Poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated from original Persian into English by the Author
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Many years have passed since that day,
I looked at my aged wrinkled face into the mirror
My secrets are revealed to the pebbles
And bulging sands of the seashore
Many years have passed since that day!
......
The ocean behind
Seems to speak a lot of things;
We can't understand.
Squirrels feasting, puppies at play,
Underneath the willow tree
Sunlight flickers and glistens throughout the day
Through the gaps beneath the willow tree.
A spot where lovers could say, ‘I do.’
Lays underneath the willow tree
A place to meditate, even to pray
Underneath the willow tree.
Balmy summers, scorching heat
Underneath the willow tree
......
No more will I make life freeze;
I will enjoy my life up to its lowest lees.
Life is short; it is precious;
Life can't stand with things malicious.
Why shouldn't I, why shouldn't I?
Soar with wings up in the sky?
Aye, I do love to dream;
Like the stars, I don't gleam,
But I will shine, shine, for sure;
The more will I shine, the more endure.
......
My heart's torn apart
Not by any, but by me,
The worst deceiver.
There's light everywhere;
Still, our hearts are full of murk;
We need light indeed.
No need to hurry;
No need to hustle;
The waves do carry
Our each sandcastle.
Life contains a measured beat;
We need to accept all;
Freedom has a deep seat,
As we're given the call.
......
The way to success
Is stony and full of thorns;
We’ve to bleed, for sure.