English poem
The whispers in the morning There should be no despair for you Senmons in Stones Contentment Vainity of Glory The Food of Love Autumn was it when we first met Autumn have made me alive سحرِسحر اینک طلوع کن Dawn dawn rise now into day سحرِسحر روز را به ارمغان بیاور When my love swears that she is made of truth When my mistress swears that she is faithful I do believe her, though I know she lies, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, That she might think I am some inexperienced youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Ignorant of all the deceit that exists in the world. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Thus foolishly thinking that I am still young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Although she knows that my best days are behind me, Simply I credit her false speaking tongue: Foolishly I give credit to the untruths she tells about me; On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd. So that both of us are supressing the ugly truth. But wherefore says she not she is unjust? But why does she not tell me that she is unfaithful? And wherefore say not I that I am old? And why do I not admit that I am old? O, love's best habit is in seeming trust, O, love's best disguise is the pretence of truth, And age in love loves not to have years told: And older lovers do not like to have their age pointed out: Therefore I lie with her and she with me, That is why I lie to her and she to me*, And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be. And the lies we tell each other help us forget our respective faults. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Seems like it was yesterday I would hold you in my arms Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you Some days I feel broke inside Would you tell me I was wrong? There's nothing I wouldn't do Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you If I had just one more day I'm sorry for blaming you Love is patient, love is kind, The Flower Once in a golden hour یه روز یه باغبونی یه مرد آسمونی نهالی کاشت میونه باغچه ی مهربونی می گفت سفر که رفتم یه روز و روزگاری این بوته ی یاس من می مونه یادگاری هر روز غروب عطر یاس تو کوچه ها می پیچید میونه کوچه باغا بوی خدا می پیچید اونایی که نداشتند از خوبی ها نشونه دیدن که خوبی یاس باعث زشتیشونه عابرهای بی احساس پا گذاشتند روی یاس ساقه هاشو شکستند آدمهای نا سپاس یاس جوون بعد اون تکیه زدش به دیوار خواست بزنه جوونه اما سر اومد بهار یه باغبونه دیگه شبونه یاس رو برداشت پنهون زه نا محرمها تو باغ دیگه ای کاشت هزار ساله کوچه ها پر می شه از عطر یاس اما مکان اون گل مونده هنوز ناشناس November rain washed away my guilt The cloakroom pegs are empty now, I sing a sad song for the cold, lonely "All one's inventions are true, you "Be regular and orderly in your life so that you "Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which "I am irritated by my writing. I am like a violinist "Judge the goodness of a book by the "Nothing is more humiliating than to see idiots "Of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for "Read in order to live." "There is not a particle of life which "To see one's name in print! Some people "You must not think that feeling is everything. . . . You will receive a body. You will learn lessons. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Lessons are repeated until they are learned. Learning lessons does not end. "There" is no better than "here". Other people are merely mirrors of you. What you make of your life is up to you. by Percy Bysshe Shelley The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean the winds of heaven mix forever With a sweet emotion Nothing in the world is single All things by a law divine In another's being mingle Why not I with thine?i See, the mountains kiss high heaven And the waves clasp one another No sister flower could be forgiven If it disdained its brother And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me ?i Don't forget to comment plz !!! Tnx William Blake My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child: But I am black as if bereav'd of light. My mother taught me underneath a tree And sitting down before the heat of day, She took me on her lap and kissed me, And pointing to the east began to say. Look on the rising sun: there God does live And gives his light, and gives his heat away. And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive Comfort in morning joy in the noon day. And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love, And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove. For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice. Saying: come out from the grove my love & care, And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice. Thus did my mother say and kissed me, And thus I say to little English boy; When I from black and he from white cloud free, And round the tent of God like lambs we joy: I'll shade him from the heat till he can bear, To lean in joy upon our fathers knee. And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair, And be like him and he will then love me Lyrics to Jesus to a Child : BY George Michael Empty spaces - what are we living for Hey you out there in the cold Hey you out there on your own But it was only fantasy. Hey you, standing in the road [Click of TV being turned on] By PINK FLOYD MY dear ,My dear , I know Mordan than another what makes your heart beat so Not even your own mother Can Known it as I know Who broke my heart for him when the wild thought that he denies and has forgot set All his blood astir and glittered in his eyes
Of lovers sleeping tight
Are rolling by like thunder now
As I look in your eyes
I hold on to your body
And feel each move you make
Your voice is warm and tender
A love that I could not forsake
'Cause I am your lady
And you are my man
Whenever you reach for me
I'll do all that I can
Lost is how I'm feeling lying in your arms
When the world outside's too
Much to take
That all ends when I'm with you
Even though there may be times
It seems I'm far away
Never wonder where I am
'Cause I am always by your side
'Cause I am your lady
And you are my man
Whenever you reach for me
I'll do all that I can
We're heading for something
Somewhere I've never been
Sometimes I am frightened
But I'm ready to learn
Of the power of love
The sound of your heart beating
Made it clear
Suddenly the feeling that I can't go on
Is light years away
'Cause I am your lady
And you are my man
Whenever you reach for me
I'll do all that I can
We're heading for something
Somewhere I've never been
Sometimes I am frightened
But I'm ready to learn
Of the power of love
I see you, I feel you,
That is how I know you go on
Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go on
Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on
Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never let go till we're one
Love was when I loved you
One true time I hold to
In my life we'll always go on
Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on
There is some love that will not go away
You're here, there's nothing I fear,
And I know that my heart will go on
We'll stay forever this way
You are safe in my heart
And my heart will go on and on
While nightly stars are burning;
While evening pours its silent dew,
And sunshine gilds the morning.
There should be no despair--though tears
May flow down like a river:
Are not the best beloved of years
Around your heart for ever?
They weep, you weep, it must be so;
Winds sigh as you are sighing,
And winter sheds its grief in snow
Where Autumn's leaves are lying:
Yet, these revive, and from their fate
Your fate cannot be parted:
Then, journey on, if not elate,
Still, NEVER broken-hearted!
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful---
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
when icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit;
Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow
And coughing drowns the parson's saw
And birds sit brooding in the snow
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit;
Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks,
Sermons in stons, and food in every thing
جهان سخنگو
اگر از غوغاي عالم و اشتغالات زندگي دمي فارغ شويم
درختان را به هزار زبان سخنگو مي يابيم
در جويبارها كتاب مي خوانيم
و سنگ موعظه مي شنويم
و گوهر نيكي را در هر چيز مي بينيم.
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My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones,
Nor to be seen: my crown is called content;
A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy
تاج خرسندي
تاج من بر سرم نيست
تاج من بر قلب ِ من جاي دارد
كه الماس و فيروزه آن را نياراسته
و از ديده ها پنهان است
تاج من، خرسندي ِ من است
كه به ندرت پادشاهي را از آن بهره داده اند.
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Glory is like a circle in the water
Which never creaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought
شكوه دنيوي
شكوه دنيا همچون دايره ايست بر روي آب
كه هر زمان بر پهناي خود مي افزايد
و در منتهاي وسعت هيچ مي شود.
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If music be the food if love
Then play on
غذای عاشق
اگر موسيقی غذای عشق است،
پس بنوازيد.
Autumn is it what I can't forget
In Autumn you came like a summer breece
I didn't realize what it is
In Autumn I fell in love at first sight
I knew that everything was alright
In Autumn there was that special dance
I knew our love will not have a chance
In Autumn I was under your spell
Autumn - a secret I will never tell
In Autumn you showed me pride
I wish I had never left your side
In Autumn miracles came true
everything I was loging for was you
That Autumn changed my life in many ways
I will never forget those special days
Autumn was it when we first met
Autumn is it what I can't forget
because in Autumn you entered my life
Morning coming quite so new صبح با طراوت در راه است
Full of airy singing lay مملو از نغمه های دلنواز گسترده می شود
Coming up and coming too و با طلوعش از راه خواهد رسید
Young opening feeling high آغازی نوخواسته با احساسی متعالی
Full with new colors made آکنده از رنگهایی تازه
Set for bringing blue sky برای خلق اسمانی آبی
Over mountains and glade بر فراز تپه ها و دشت ها
The day's fire coming up گرمی روز فرا می رسد
Nothing can stop it here کسی یارای توقف آن نیست
Rising its shine over top پرتو خود را از عرش فرو می ریزد
Filling the dim dark near اندک سیاهی باقیمانده را محو می سازد
Dawn dawn rise now into day سحرِسحر روز را به ارمغان بیاور
Bring the young into blue شادی را به مجلس غم و غصه هدیه کن
Come now close as you may اکنون نزدیک و نزدیک تربیا
All is so hopeful with you با تو همه امید و رجاست
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
When I saw your face
You told me how proud you were,
But I walked away
If only I knew what I know today
Ooh, ooh
I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you've done
Forgive all your mistakes
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To hear your voice again
Sometimes I wanna call you
But I know you won't be there
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you
But I won't admit
Sometimes I just wanna hide
'Cause it's you I miss
And it's so hard to say goodbye
When it comes to this, ooh
Would you help me understand?
Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?
To have just one more chance
To look into your eyes
And see you looking back
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself, oh
I would tell you how much that I've missed you
Since you've been away
Ooh, it's dangerous
It's so out of line
To try and turn back time
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself..
And what our loves express is true.
No amount of tragedy can tear
Or break the love I have for you.
Time has healed our many wounds,
But has not erased the memory.
But we'll hold on, we'll stay together.
We will get through this, you and me.
Though we are young and still learning
About ourselves, our world today,
In my heart, I'll always love you,
And in my heart you'll always stay.
As days go by, as time progresses,
We will change, mature, and always grow.
But as we grow, as we reminisce,
There is one thing I will always know.
My love for you will never falter,
Never cease, for it's always true.
With love comes patience, but it's worth the wait,
To share my unending love with you
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.
To and fro they went
Thro' my garden bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.
Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
Stole the seed by night.
Sow'd it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
"Splendid is the flower!"
Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.
And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.
November rain washed away my pain
November rain - so tired I felt
November rain was not just any rain
Long I longed with deep torment
For so long my body waited
November rain, , , , Oh, sweet friend
November rain- slowly I faded.
November rain- I cried within
Steady and slowly, it kept on pouring
November rain, watered my skin
And deep inside, I heard my roaring.
November rain, it refused to quit
November rain kept on pouring
And alone outside, in the streets I wept-
dripping... dripping and falling.
And locked the classroom door,
The hollow desks are lined with dust,
And slow across the floor
A sunbeam creeps between the chairs
Till the sun shines no more.
Who did their hair before this glass?
Who scratched 'Elaine loves Jill'
One drowsy summer sewing-class
With scissors on the sill?
Who practised this piano
Whose notes are now so still?
Ah, notices are taken down,
And scorebooks stowed away,
And seniors grow tomorrow
From the juniors today,
And even swimming groups can fade,
Games mistresses turn grey.
Moments no one will admit to aloud.
I sing a sad song for all of the broken
Promises,
Wrought by circumstances beyond
Anyone's control.
I sing a sad song for the faces pressing
Against the window panes in longing.
I sing a sad song for wild anticipation
Of days that never come.
I sing a sad song for the telephone
That never rings enough.
I sing a sad song for dreams woven of
Hopeless illusions.
I sing a sad song for all of those who
Waste time, singing sad songs!
can be sure of that. Poetry is as
exact a science as geometry."
may be violent and original in your work."
we tap crude rhythms for dancing bears while
we long to make music that will move stars"
whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to
reproduce precisely the sounds he hears within."
energy of the punches it has given you. . .
I believe the greatest characteristic
of genius, is, above all, force."
succeed in enterprises we have failed it."
money is the most chilling and havoc-wreaking."
does not bear poetry within it."
commit a crime for no other reason."
Art is nothing without form."
Marriage is holding arguments in the street.
Love is dinner for 2 in your favorite restaurant.
Marriage is a take home packet.
Love is cuddling on a sofa.
Marriage is one of them sleeping on a sofa.
Love is talking about having children.
Marriage is talking about getting away from children.
Love is going to bed early.
Marriage is going to sleep early.
Love is a romantic drive.
Marriage is arrive on tops curvy tarmac .
Love is losing your appetite.
Marriage is losing your figure.
Love is sweet nothing in the ear.
Marriage is sweet nothing in the bank.
Tv has no place in love.
Marriage is a fight for remote control.
Love is 1 drink and 2 straws.
Marriage is "Don't you think you've had enough!".
Conclusion: "Love is blind, Marriage is an eye opener!"
You may like it or hate it,
but it's yours to keep
for the entire period.
You are enrolled in a full-time,
informal school called life.
Growth is a process of trial, error
and experimentation.
The "failed" experiments are as much
a part of the process as the experiments
that ultimately "work".
A lesson will be presented to you in various forms
until you have learned it.
When you have learned it,
you can go on to the next lesson.
There is no part of life that doesn't
contain it's lessons.
If you're alive,
there are still lessons to be learned.
When your "there" has become "here",
you will simply obtain another "there"
that will again look better than "here".
You can not love or hate something
about another person unless it reflects to you
something you love or hate about yourself.
You have all the tools and resources you need.
What you do with them is up to you.
The choice is yours.
kindness in your eyes
I guess you heard me cry
you smiled at me like
Jesus to a child
I'm blessed I know
heaven sent and heaven stole
you smiled at me like
jesus to a child
and what have I learned
from all this pain
I thought I'd never feel the same
about anyone or anything again
but now I know
chorus
when you find a love
when you know that it exists
then the lover that you miss
will come to you on those cold,
cold nights
when you've been loved
when you know it holds such bliss
then the lover that you missed
will comfort you when there's
no hope in sight
sadness in my eyes
no one guessed, well no one tryed
you smiled at me like
Jesus to a child
loveless and cold
with your last breath you saved my soul
you smiled at me like
Jesus to a child
and what have I learned
from all those tears
I've waited for you all those years
and just when it began
He took your love away
but I still say
chorus
so the words you could no say
I'll sing them for you
and the love we would have made
I'll make it for two
for every single memory
has become a part of me
you will always be...my love
well I've been loved
so I know just what love is
and the lover that I missed
is always by my side
oh the lover I still miss...
was Jesus to a child
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for...
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on
The show must go on, yeah
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for ?
I guess I'm learning (I'm learning learning learning)
I must be warmer now
I'll soon be turning (turning turning turning)
Round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free
The show must go on
The show must go on, yeah yeah
Ooh, inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
Yeah yeah, whoa wo oh oh
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends
The show must go on (go on, go on, go on) yeah yeah
The show must go on (go on, go on, go on)
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in
On - with the show
Ooh, I'll top the bill, I'll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the show
On with the show
The show - the show must go on
Getting lonely getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.
always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.
"Well, only got an hour of daylight left. Better get started"
"isn't it unsafe to travel at night?"
"It'll be a lot less safe to stay here. You're father's gunna pick up our
trail before long"
"Can Loca ride?"
"Yeah, I can ride... Magaret, time to go! Maigret, thank you for
everything"
"Goodbye Chenga"
"Goodbye miss ..."
"I'll be back"
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