Monthly Archives: August 2016

The Death of Free Spirits

In the garden of Hafiz’s* tomb, it is said, A rose, blood red, blooms afresh each day. At night, until dawn, a nightingale weeps, Its harmony reminiscent of old Shiraz. For a free spirit, death is a peaceful land of … Continue reading

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The Evening of Free Spirits

We are on the horizon of the evening of no return. It is too late; O life! Pass how you will, this is the last phase. Even if we could imagine there is rebirth, The comfort of its consolation, we … Continue reading

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The Life of Free Spirits

Fate sometimes is like a violent storm, powerful; Look at the dark horizon as mountains do. Tormentors are fellow humans sometimes; Notice but disregard! Let it be! In a devout life, we see a compassionate trust in faith And, from … Continue reading

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