you....شما

ای همه شما که دوستم دارید
دوستتان دارم
پریشان قلبهای مهربانتان که گاه نمیبینمشان
نه از آنجا که نمیخواهم
بل از آنکه گاه قادر نیستم
اما میدانم
به خوبی میدانم و میشناسم
سایه های عزیزتان را
که با نگرانیهای دلنشینتان
با آهها و بغضهای دور و نزدیکتان
در هر لحظه با منید
آری در هر لحظه با منید
اندکی دیگر صبور بمانید با من
تا شایسته تندیسی باشم که شما را در خود جای بدهد
و برای روح پر تلاطمم دعا کنید تا اینهمه را در خود بپذیرد
آغوشم را به روی همه شما گشوده ام
و اندازه همه شما را میدانم

الهام



Oh the ones who love me
I love you all
Embarrassed of not seeing your hearts sometimes
not because I dont want to
but because I cant sometimes
But I know
I know it very well
Your warm shadows
which have such a shy worries
and your sigh and subbing far or close by
which is with me
Yes you are in every moment with me
Be more patient with me
to become deserved of being a statue who holds you all in
and
pray for my soul to be able to carry you
I open my arms to you all
and I know your values

Elham

It's not the time yet...هنوز وقتش نیست

I hear a voice from the distance shouting...is it a whisper?or it is loud enough to wake me up?
It tells me:"Wake up...Its not the time yet..."
But I am so sleepy.
I see in my dreams that I am in bed and no need to be worry for school...
It's week end
Breakfast is ready and I can see the steam from the tea my mom is pouring in to the cup.
What a nice feeling.
"Get up you girl...it's not the time yet..."
I hear you my son...
I hear you my friend...
I hear you all...
"Its not the time yet..."
Im getting up
im getting up

صدایی از دور دست میشنوم.فریاد می کشد آیا؟یا در گوشم به نجوا می گوید:"هنوز وقتش نیست"...
اما چشم من خواب الوده است
در رویاهایم می بینم که در تختخوابم خوابیده ام و نگرانی رفتن به مدرسه نیست
آخر هفته است
صبحانه حاضر است و من بخار چای گرمی را که مادرم در فنجان میریزد می بینم
چه احساس خوبی
"بیدار شو دختر...هنوز وقتش نیست"...
می شنوم صدای تو را پسرم...
می شنوم تورا دوست من...
همه شما را میشنوم...
"هنوز وقتش نیست"...
از جا بلند می شوم
از جا بلند می شوم

Love and responsibility...عشق و مسئولیت

در لحظه از عشق لذت بردن یعنی سلب مسئولیت کردن از محملی که شادی را به ما ارزانی می دارد. با نشان دادن مسئولیت و مراقبت از آنکه شادی محبت را برای ما فراهم آورده ما نه تنها مراتب سپاسگزاری از او را ایجاد کرده ایم بلکه خوراک بیشتری برای تولید عشق بیشتر را موجب شده ایم.
عشق کالاییست که در کارخانه وجود انسان متولد میشود که صدور آن نیازمند مراقبت و توجه به کارخانه تولید این کالای گرانبهای هستیست.
دوست بدار ومسئول باش در برابر آنکس که عشق را به تو هدیه نموده.


الهام



Joy of Love at the moment means a forgotten responsibility about the happiness producer
Caring about whom is providing this joy and happiness of life for us,is not only our appreciation to respond , but also feeding back the source of love to create more .
Love is a product who born in the factory of Human existence .
The export of love is depend on responsibility and caring to its source.
Love and be responsible about the one who dedicates it to you.


Elham

Repeating the history Again ... دوباره تکرار تاریخ

قرآنها را در هر سیر تاریخ بر سر نیزه ها می کنند و هر بار دوباره ها را به یاد می آورند...
این مردم از جان باورها چه می خواهند وقتی هر بار باوری را می توان بر سر نیزه ای کرد و قرآن ناطقی چون انسانیت را در برابر بتهای ساخته از اوراق کتابی دیگر هر روز قربانی نمود؟
یکی می گفت: به کدامین گناه کشته شدند؟
کجا بود؟
در خیابانهای بغداد برادری خواهری را با سنگ دفن می کرد چرا که او دختری بود و این پسری
آه ای باران
بر این صحرای "خود" ببار تا "خود" به "خود آ" ید

هنوز هم دوباره ها
دوباره ها و یاوه ها
دوباره های نیزه کوب
کتابهای سر بدار
کتابها من است و تو
ولی پرستشش کنند
من و تو را ولی به زور
به نیزه میخ می کنند

الهام
جمعه یازده تیر هشتاد و نه
07/02/2010

In each time of the history,they get a plan of the Qurans on spears , and remind the repeats over and over...
What do people want from the believes while you could get any believe in spears everyday and sacrifice Human before the statue made by papers and believes?
He says in Quran for those girls who get buried alive : What for did they get killed?
And in Baghdad's street today there is this brother buries his sister because this is a girl and that is a boy.
Oh rain...
Please wash the desert of self to let the sun of consciousness rises .

still Again
Again and Nonsenses
again "on spears"
and hanging "books"
the books are YOU and ME
but they adore Them!!
you and me on force though
are On Spears...

Elham


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historical information about some words in my poem:

The most important battles of the war time Siffin Caliphate Imam Ali was the year 37 AH between him and Al-Waleed bin Abi Sfyan in Siffin land in the western area of Iraq .
Ali at the beginning of the caliphate, Al-Waleed on that server state Sham(the name of a region) was dismissed and another person appointed in his place but refused to accept Al-Waleed and Sham area kept under their territory.
Ali caliph again, but Al-Waleed did not surrender but this time the pretext of revenge Osman Sham Corps to deal with Imam Ali prepared .
Ali had no choice because the war was prepared, with great soldier said movement of Kufa and Al-Waleed in the wilderness with Siffin hit. And so, long and hard battle between the Iraqi Army and became Sham.
After several days of battle, on the eve of victory , Al-Waleed to escape from defeat, get a plan of the Qur'an on spears to resort to. Thus, together with a large Iraqi Army to see this war set the scene.
Both side of the battle were Moslem and both believed in Quran.So as a tactic , Al-Walid asked his soldiers to put all Qurans on spears to show the enemy that we all are Moslim
Ali knew they do not believe in anything so he told his army:"That is paper and I am alive before you,please follow me ...
but people believe in papers more than the truth.
Him and his army got surrender to a tactic of Quran on spears.He couldn't let people get killed so he pronounced himself as a defeated in that battle.