My music

  

My steps,my music,

My foots and my path,

wherever that I go,

I draw just one line,

Your name and on it.

My skate rink is too weak in order to keep,

My rink is just weak in order to just see,

And follow after me,when im dancing on it so,

And follow after me,when im dancing all alone,

Because it is cold,and there is no one,

Who can hold and treat,who can make me warm,

In this cold season,with this cold reason,

My rink is too weak in order to see a dance just like this.

When im dancing,and drawing myself,

On the snow and a mirror,my face and body,

When foots got tired,and holding through shoes,

I needed just someone,who can come too close,

In order to hold,and make it too warm,

Me just for reason,me just for holding,

It was rejection,of a time and a dance,

It was a reason,of  a break up lonelliness,

Who can come and hold,and make my hand so warm,

When I am alone,on the snow like so,

My scarf is not hot,my coat is not warm,

A hands of a one,who can make it warm,

I was just drawing a face of that one,

A mirror rejected, snow just accepted,

I just stood alone,and just was waited,

For someone who will come,and make heart warm like that.

The lady

What is elf treating,mand once was asking,

What is love for you,She was answering,

When we love ourselves,He gave an answer,

When you'll be like that,like just an answer,

She asked once again,and just ignored that.

That was a meeting of a two in room,

Where was a banket,with wine flowers,and a groom,

Was a nice wedding,and love in the air,

She was so engaged,that started to dance it.

Once asked for a dance,one young man with hand,

She gave it and danced,ahead with that hand,

Was it once nice smell,nearby themselves,

Was it once nice touch,through hands,just like that,

She was so engaged,just holded,just danced,

Felt herself a lady,of a dance of that hands.

A,man was in love with those cute steps of hers,

A man got engaged in her hands,like hers,

They were looking at each other,through eye through souls,

But it was music,who drove them to that,

They took for granted the music the rhythm,

Just felt that floor and let them too feel that.

When music hust ended,about some seconds,

they just got stucked,on stage,on that point,

And heartbeats,and touch,

And heartache and spark,

of a room of a groom.

Forced herself too feel,

That she was a lady,of his of a dance,

When she came along with music with hands,

Gave herself a question,can I give a  question,

To that young brave man,

She was a lady,got engaged in that,

Full full like that just holded that hand,

And asked once again,

Lets just have a night,together again,

I can be a night,and you a stranger,

Who've holded my hands,like music like that,

Just let me be a slaver,of your touches of heart,

Im a lady,without nothing with blood,

Who just got engaged,in life and a night,

With a knife like that,who holds hands like that,

Let me be a partner,dance with you like that,

You're a groove and are just engaged,in me like I did,

But there was a moment,

That i was thinking,about the moment,and question like that,

Can we be reason,of passion like that,

Can we be reason,of holdings like that,

Give me an answer,to a lady like this,

Who just got engaged in a groove like that.  

 

My bag

Looking for fashion,

Looking for mood,

Looking for season,

Looking for good.

                        ***

The season is mine,when im infashion,

The reasion is fine,when im in mine,

I want to find a look,in  season like wine,

Where is my fashion,the reason of mine?

How should I combine,

My bag and trousers,

When there is nothing,

for me to decorate,

And the jewels on my hand,

They are not suiting as well,

My bag stood like that,

On waiting for that,

How can I look for it, when im out of that?

                          ***

The bag is an outlook,

T-shirt is a covering,

Shoes are a reason,and a way for going,

Jewels are sparkels,for us for caring,

Looking for good one,looking for reasion,

There is no season,and also no muse,

Who can understand,what is that fashion,

What should I put in,inside of my bag?

When im writing,either when sewing,

I feel like nothing,with special threads, sewing,

Im needling my bag,when im finishing it,

But when theres a time for drawing,for marks,

I cant understand for the right ones on it,

What is going on with fashion inside,

when it's not a season,when im out of it.

                       ***

It does has colors,and also sentences,

And sizes and lengths,and also beads on it,

But world is different,when its not standart,

How can I sale it,with the price of it,

What is going on when im out of it,

Why cant I draw it,for others like i do it to me

Im not a fashion, Im not a bag,

Im just a season with bag on my back,

But world is different,when its not standart,

How can I sale it,with the price of it,

What is going on when im out of it.

               ***

 Looking for fashion,

Looking for mood,

Looking for season,

Looking for good.

                  

The season is mine,when im infashion,

The reasion is fine,when im in mine,

I want to find a look,in  season like wine,

Where is my fashion,the reason of mine?

Mine and Your

The story of mine and Your,

Belongs to the past of mine and yours.

 The story of mine and Your,

Belongs to the past of mine and yours.

                       ***

When im asking from the past,

About what it was,

Past is ansering love it was,

When Im looking at it now,

Im answering love is it now.

Why is it so,

Past sometime is mine,

Partly yours,but when we look at,

At the future,

With full of love,

WHat it was,

Whose it was,

Mine or Yours,

Heart is blooming in the spring

Because of love season in it,

Nothing is happening,when

On the flower there is nothing,

Even God's cow is not coming,

But flower i looking at us,

From backside,by showing,

That the path is mine and yours.

Whose way it was,

Path was answering,

Mine and yours,

But the future is in silence,

Path forces us to go ahead,

While we're talking,

And the wild flowers are blooming during our walking,

Whose path it was,

Now it's mine and  Yours,

My hand is asking for yours,

Yours is coming to me,

With thr flowers in it,

And the sun is welcoming us,by saying,

It was  our past,

our path,

our flower,

and the flower in our past.

03.25.25

Di Maria

Heal me

 -When you are not talking,

I'm sad,

-When you are talking,

Im smiling,

-When You are talking,

Im smiling,

-What else?

When You cry

I'm dying

-What else?

-What is happening to you at that time?

-For me to smile,

You must be near,

For me to rest,

You must be near,

When I'll stop crying,

Your hands must clear them,

From my face,

When we will be sad,

We must always talk,

Because of  Your voice,

It is healing me,

-What else? 

(MALE)

It does not matter,

how it will hurt you inside,

I will heal You through my eye,

It doesn't matter,

How strong you will cry,

I'll dry your tears,

It doesn't matter where you'll be,

I'll alway be there to heal you!

It doesn't matter ,

How  strong you will cry,

I'll dry yur tears from far away,

With my kiss,

It doesn't matter where you'll be,

I'll always be there to heal you

With my voice,when you'll be  there.

Իմ սրտի ցավը

 Ոնց փնտրում եմ

Ցավ եմ գտնում

ոնց երգում եմ,

ցավ եմ լսում,

հոգուս կրակի մեջ

ցավ եմ տեսնում

բայց հենց ուզում եմ

լույսի ճրագն ինչ է 

դա էլ չեմ գտնում։

անցյալի,լուսյի,հողի,

ու կրակի,անգամ դրանց մեջ

ցավ կա,երգ կա,լաց կա 

բայց ոնց իմ մեջ դրանք գտնեմ,

որ ես չվառվեմ,

որ չքարանամ,

ար չսառչեմ,

ու տաքանամ։

Գրչիս մի թանաքը

որի գույնը սև է,

կգրի կասի, կզարդարի

ով լսի կապրի,

բայց գրչիս ցավը

ոչ ոք չի տեսնի,

ես ոնց էդ ցավը փարատեմ,

որ մի թշնամուս զարդարեմ,

որ բառով գրեմ

որ իրենց ծարավը  փարատեմ,

սիրո տոնը,որ սկսում է սիրել

սիրո տոնը, որ գալիս է առանց ուզել,

դա ցավ չունի,ոչ էլ պատասխան,

բայց երբ փորձում ես դու էլ մասնակցել,

ցավդ գալիս է, երբ դա տոն պիտի դառնա,

երբ պիտի դու գաս։

Երբ յարիս գրկեմ ու պարեմ,

ես էլ կպարեմ,

գրիչս կփայլի,սերգ կգրեմ,

սիրտս կփայլի,ցավս կմարի,

երբ յարիս գրկեմ,ու ցավս պակասի,

առանց այդ ցավի գրիչս ոնց պիտի գրի

ես էլ չգիտեմ։

Ոնց երգում եմ 

ցավ եմ լսում

ոնց փնտրում եմ

ցավ եմ լսում,բայց հենց յարիս եմ գրկում,

նրա սրտի ձայնն եմ լսում,

բայց անգամ հեռվից դա է ինձ համար սիրո երգ երգում,

ես այդ տոնին էլ ոնց չմասնակցեմ,

ոնց ուզում եմ չի լինում,

մերժում էլ ես չի լինում,

ոնց փնտրում եմ

չի գալիս,

ոնց երգում եմ,չի լսում,

ու ցավս սրտի առանց հպման՝

մենակ է մնում։

Loneliness

 

I have loneliness in my soul

When I burn in fire

without sins I burn in the ashes of fire

and without a clue until what time

and the soul screams and the body in ashes

nothing helps but I melt in myself

this is loneliness and this is not paint

this is my sadness and this is not music

this is loneliness and this is not a journey

and I burn in it

save me I pray

I remember and pray I scream and I want

but this does not help

thoughts do not leave me alone when

I begin to want to live

and this does not give me peace when I begin alone

and everything kills from the outside

and inside it also kills me changing

for life is given when you are not alone and alone

for you have to live with two

for so it was written in the beginning

this is loneliness and this is not paint

this is sadness and this is not music

this is loneliness and this is not a journey

and I burn in him

save me, I pray

and I burn in him, save me, I pray

for living alone and enemies are not given

for living alone and enemies are not given

I remember and pray

I scream and want

thoughts do not leave me alone

and living alone does not leave me alone

when you scream in the desert and it does not help

alone and the wind is your enemy

alone and the wind is your friend

for this is life and you have to live like this

for this is life and you have to live like this.

Ծաղիկը

 Հազար զարդի մեջ,

Հազար վարդի մեջ,

Իմը քեզ տվի,

Ու քոնն ինձ առա։

Իմ հոգու նոտան,

Այդ վայրի ծաղկով

Մի փունջ զարդ դառավ,

Որ հոտ էլ չունի,

Որ գույն էլ չունի,

Ու անգամ տերև,

Որ կյանք զարդարի,

Ու այդ մի նոտան

Մի վայրի ծաղկով

Մի ամբողջ արտը ծլեց ծաղկեցրեց,

Ու գույնով պատեց։

Աշնան շնչի պես,

Այդ սեզոնի պես,

Որ չպիտի լինի,

Ու ոչ էլ ծաղկի,

Մի վայրի դաշտ էր,

Այդ սեզոնի պես,

Հեռվից նա  գտավ,

Ու այդտեղ ծաղկեց 

Որ բոեւյր ունենա,

Ու կանաչ տերև,

Հազարների մեջ իրենն էլ առնի,

Հազարների մեջ իրենն էլ նա տա,

Ու կյանք զարդարի,

Աշնան շնչի պես։

Հազար զարդի մեջ,

Հազար վարդի մեջ,

Իմը քեզ տվի,

Ու քոնն ինձ առա,

Որ ինձ զարդարեմ,

Որ քոնն այն դարձնեմ,

Աշնան շնչի պես,

Աշնան բույրի պես։

Ու քո գույնի պես,

Հազար զարդի մեջ 

Հազար վարդի մեջ։

Աշնանային համբույր

 Մի սեզոն կար,մեր կյանքի մեջ,

Մի սեզոն կար, մեր հոգու մեջ,

Երբ կռվում ենք այն շատ վառ է,

Երբ էլ հաշտվում,դառնում է ցուրտ,

Ոնց էլ հագնեմ իմ բաճկոնը,տաք կոշիկը  

Կամ էլ շալը յարիս գործած,

Այն ինձ այնպես տաք կպահի,

Ասես լինի իր առաջին,այդ նուրբ քնքուշ 

Համբույրն իր այդ շուրթից տված։

Կոմպլիմենտ էր ,թե պատասխան 

Մի նուրբ հպում ու տաք մի գիրկ,

Ասես հագուստ լինի ինձնով գործած,

Իմ այ սիրուն ի պատասխան,

Երբ ես տվի իր համբույրը

Ու ետ առա կոմպլիմենտը,

Ասես նվեր քնքուշ լիներ։

Իմ քար սրտին, աշնան ցրտին 

Երբ գործեցի,ոնց սկսեցի,

Այս իմ շալը յարիս վզին փաթաթեցի,

Շատ փափուկ էր , իր շուրթի պես,

Շատ տաքուկ էր, իր գրկի պես,

Շատ քնքուշն էր, իր խոսքի պես,

Կոմպլիմենտ էր մի շատ սիրուն,

Աշնանային այդ քամու պես։

Մի փողոցում  մենք քայլելիս,

Փոքրիկ քարի մենք բախվեցինք,

Մեր այտերը մրրիկի պես,քամուց շեղված,

Իրար նրանք հպան բախվեցին,

Երբ հանդիպեցին,երբ բախվեցին,

Մեր աչքերը,այտերի պես,յարս ասեց՝

Շատ սիրունն են,քո աչքերը,աշնան նման,

Յարս նայեց՝ ներից ասեց, շատ անուշն են,

Քո շուրթերը,ձեռքերիդ պես, այտիդ նման,

Ոնց համբուրեմ,որ այն փայլի,

Ոնց ես հպեմ,որ ինձ  տրվի,

Կոմպլիմենտն էր յարիս ասած,

Որ ինձ ասեց ու հուշ մնաց։

Երբ գործեցի ես այդ շալը,

Ու երբ տվի պատասխանը,

Իր այդ հպման,ու այդ սիրո,

Ես էլ դարձա կոմպլիմենտը,իր այդ սիրո

Որ ինձ տվեց,իմն էլ մնաց,

Քնքուշ սիրով,ու համբույրով,

Իր այդ ձեռքով,ու այդ կրքով,

Կոմպլիմենտով ու խոսքերով,

Մի այդ շալից ու սեզոնից,

Սիրտս սպասեց նրան հավերժ,

Մինչև աշնան ցրտերի վերջ։

Uncountable love

Bring up, let's count it,bring it up,

Lets count for a moment,

Whose whos is low,

Mine reason yours is season,

Mine is treating,your is feeling,

Clouds are witnesses,

We are the role players,

The game we have has no sizes,

Lets count whos is bigger now.

Mine is feeling,

Yours is reason,

Season is here,

Im feeling,

You are acting not so so so,

Lets counts whose is bigger baby.

My love is about the signn,

My heart is about the grass,

My passion has got no color,

My sizes are out of counting,

Let me know yours,

Let me see yours,

Let me count yours

No sizes for feelings,

No sizes for clouds

God it a witness

I feel with no colors

Passion is hunting,

Season is watching,

Reason is coming your hands are holding.

Tongue is mine

Body is mine 

Feel my tongue like in mine,

Feel my reel everytime

When im driving

The motor cycle is a room

The time has no limit for my motor's sounds.

My hand are holding you in front

Wind is playing with your hairs,

Im losing my way

My day,my light

With the smell of your parfume we do 

We do we do we do 

No sizes for feelings,

No sizes for clouds

God it a witness

I feel with no colors

Passion is hunting,

Season is watching,

Reason is coming your hands are holding,

Let me know yours,

Let me see yours,

Let me count yours.

 

11.05.25

Di Maria

Love for marriage

Tell me desert how to be

How to hide this all and live

When im alone over this

Something bad is going on 

When my heart is persisting 

Im just moving on and on.

Years were passing for my love,

Im dreaming for some more,

Love is desert when no answer,

For your heart and awaitings,

Im suffering all day,

Sand and smell of its,my friend

Little pet and she is singing for him

Hard to carry every time,

Im waiting for my time,

Lover mine you tell me,

Where my wedding,you will be,

Im getting ready for it,

And on my hands ,

There is drawing for another,

Another name and destiny,

 

I was waiting for real,

But i have now another,

Theres one big life and love,

One is looking for my heart,

Im holding anothers,

One is looking for my heart

Im giving to another,

Suffering is in everywhere,my friend,

But my love is not coming,

Im sharing with this drawing

Every moment while im holding,

My life is here now its ending

 My wedding it is coming,

Take me away oh you desert,

Take me to you you my love,

I was waiting but now,

Time to say good bye to us...

When the winds will come back to us,

When our eyes will meet again,

Ill always come back to you,my love,

Just take back,

Just take me there.

               

Wish like a flame

It doesnt matter where am i going

It doesnt matter whom am i praying

Through which language am i doing,

Im always asking about the faith,

To be to us,

Me and us

Me and you

Love and kife and you,

Forever.

     ***

One is one ,

One is two

When there is me ,

And no one else,

Im drunk when im not you,

Im not easy when im not me,

Im not inside of me when im out of my boundaries,

Im always me when im here with me and this,

Forever,forever,forever,

And ever.

       ***

Im rolling over everytime,

Im finding shadows of you and mine,

Im doing always everything mine,

But im out of mine when im not yours,

when you are not mine,

And thats forever and ever.

      ***

When the moments will go,

When you voice will never be heard,.

Ill always have a wish to come back,

You will always have a wish to crush that,

And my headache will never end

But ill always want only that,

Forever.,and ever,and ever 

And ever.

         ***

There is nothing to be afraid of when we dream, and when we dont,

But there is one thing im more scared of, when im not,

And theres is always a thing to relax me when im always,

But direct being is not a sign,

Voice is not going to be heard as time,

Nothing going to be done, when its not mine.

Being shadow of a flame is not mine too.

And ill always want it too 

Like always you do, 

Put me on fire,on the flame

Bring me up again,put me back again,

Ill always want it ,

Again and again,

Forever ,and ever,ever and again.

23.04.25

Di Maria

Օր-Օրի

Օրի օրի ավելի ու ավելի

Օր օրի ավելի անտանելի,

Զարդարանքը մեղքից ու տանջանքը մատներիս,

Ու գույնը արյանս,որ իմը ներկեց,

Երբ սիրեցի,երբ տրվեցի,

Օր օրի ուժեղ,

Օր օրի ուժեղ,

Օր օրի ավելի ու ավելի։

Մարդկային մտքի մի փոքրիկ կրքից,

Մարդկային սրտի մի փոքրիկ հոգսից,

Օր օրի ուժեղ աճող իմ ցավից,

Օր օրի ցավ գրկեմ,

Օր օի ցավ լսեմ,

ես որ պատին գոռամ

Ես որ պատին լացեմ,

Ավելի վնաս, ու անտանելի,

Որին էլ լսվեմ,որին էլ գոռամ։

Իմ փոքրիկ կրքից,մի մեծ պատերազմ,

Իմ փոքրիկ աչքից,մի մեծ սպանդ եղավ,

Մի փոքր մտքից,այլ սխալ լաց եղավ,

Մի փոքր վախից,մեծ կորուստ եղավ,

տխուր իմ ժպիտին,ու հայացքիս անգույն

ինձ լաց ու ցավ մի անգույն մնաց,

Էլ որին գոռամ,որն էլ կլսի,

Մի փոքրիկ կրքից, ես մի ճիգ տվի,

Ճգիս պատասխան լաց ու ցավ լսի,

Գույնիս պատասխան՝ դատարկ ձայն ստացա,

Զարկիս արձագանք՝ արյան գույն ստացա։

Ես որին զարկվեմ,

Որ պատին դառնամ,

Իմ սրտի ճչին, ես էլ ոնց դառնամ,

Արյանս գույնը, ես ոնց ինձ դարձնեմ։

Սև սուրճը

 

Մի գիշեր,եթե մենակ դու լինես,

Մի գիշես որ գա ու խմել ուզես, 

Մի թունդ բան որ դառնությունը զգաս,

Դու նորից կգաս կզարթնես քնից,

Ու քեզ մարդ կզգաս։

Որ պահին դառնաս սուրճիդ բժակին,

Որ պահին լինի ընթեռնելի այն,

Ոնց էլ այն կարդաս,

Հենց աչքիդ համար,դու դա էլ կզգաս,

Հենց համւ սրճիդ,ու դառնությունը այդ,

Դու դա էլ կզհաս,մի հանդիպումից այն,

Սուրճի ճանապարհին էր,այնտեղ այն պահված,

Բախումն հայացքիդ,գիշերվա կեսին,

Նկարվեց այդտեղ, սև կետրեով հավասար,

Ու դարձան նրանք ինձ-քեզ հավասար։

Մի գիշեր եթե կուզնաս կարդաս,

Շատ արթուն այդժամ,թե կուզես մնաս

Մենակով թեկուզ,բայց պիտի մնաս,

Որ հպվեմ մարմնիդ,նկարված պատին,

Այդ սուրճի անհամ բաժակի պատին

Մենակ՝ գիշերով,իրիկնամուտին,

Որ մարմնիս հպումը այդժամ նկատի,

Դու այդժամ կզգաս,

դու սև ես սպիտակով

Պատին նկարված,դիպանք մենք որին 

Հենց սպիտակ հագած իրիկնամուտին։

Մի գիշեր եթե մենակ դու մնաս,

Այդպես կնկարես հպումը մարմնիս,

Մի գիշեր եթե դու խմել կուզես,

Իմ շունչը կնտրես,որ թունդ է այդքան,

Դու նորից կզգաս,կզարթնես քնից,

Սուրճդ ինձ կտաս,որ այդպես մնաս,

Իրիկնամուտի պատին ինձ հպած։

Հեռու պատկերդ,հեռու այդ պատից,

Որ նոր օրս գա,մարմնովդ արդեն,

Ես էլ չդառնամ պատին այդ սպիտակ,

Ես էլ պինդ գրկեմ բաժակն աննկատ,

Որ նորից դու զգաս,ու քնից զարթնես,

Ու սուրճդ քո սև դու նորից ինձ տաս։

Di Maria

16.06.25

Dance, heart you dance

                                 

Dance heart you dance

Under the rain you dance,

Dance heart ,dance

Under my hand you dance,

Touch to my heart,you dance,

Under my clothe you dance,

Dance heart You fance,

Under the rain You dance!

Drop is a figure,of mine,

When I do yours,

Dance is a step of a rhythm,

When I wih yours,

Dance heart You dance,

Under mine rain You dance.

My flute is less

Under the falls of water,

Don't leave me alone,

When there's no clothing on me,

For my body to cover,

Dance heart You dance,

Under the rain You dance!

Dance,dance,heart You dance

When i'm touching to the ground,

And I fell the grass of it's,

I feel my footsteps on it,

And your heartbeat through it,

Come soul,and feel it you

Dance heart,You dance it.

My flute is letting

When i just want it,

My flute is a body

When I dance under it,

Don't leave me alone,When there's no clothing on me,

For my body to get covered,

Dance heart,you dance,

Under the clothes you dance,

When i wish yours,just dance,

Dance,dance heart,you dance,

My flute is less,but dance,

Under my clothe you dance,

Dance,dance my soul you dance,

When I feel it just dance,

Dance heart,You dance.

Di Maria

04.07.25

Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ ես

Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ ես,
Սիրահարների բանաստեղծն եմ ես
Սիրահարների սրտին տիրողն եմ ես
Սիրահարների հոտին տիրողն եմ ես
Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ ես։

Իմ այդ շողքի հետ պարողն եմ ես,

Իմ քո սիրո երգը փառաբանողն եմ ես,
Մեր միությունը սրբացնողն եմ ես,
Դրա վրա աղոթողն եմ ես,
Ու այդ հոտից աշուղ դարձողն եմ ես,
Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ ես,
Մեր միությունը սրբացնողն եմ ես։

Երբեմն մտածում եմ ինչպես նրան կոչեմ,

Երբեմն մտածում եմ ինչպես նրան կոչեմ,
Երբեմն ուզում եմ սրտիս բանալին նրան ես կտակեմ,
Երբեք ինք այդպես ես դեռ չեմ կոչել,
Երբեմն մտածում եմ ինչպես ինձ կոչեմ,
Բանաստեղծն եմ դառնում ես նրա ,
Բայց երբ լսում եմ ձայնը ես նրա,
Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ դառնում ես նրա,
Երբեմն մտածում եմ ինչպես ինձ կոչեմ։

Բանաստեղծն եմ դառնում ես նրա ,

Երբ լսում եմ ձայնը ես նրա,
Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ դառնում ես նրա,
Երբեմն մտածում եմ ինչպես ինձ կոչեմ։
Երբեմն մտածում եմ ինչպես ինձ կոչեմ։

Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ ես,

Սիրահարների բանաստեղծն եմ ես
Սիրահարների սրտին տիրողն եմ ես
Սիրահարների հոտին տիրողն եմ ես

Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ ես։

Մարդիկ մտածում եմ տարօրինակն եմ ես,

Այս գանձարանի մեջ այլ փայլ չգտա ես,
Այս գողերի գողը դարձա ես,
Ես կիրքս մարդկանց ոնց մեկնեմ,
Ես իրենց դեմ ինձ ոնց կոչեմ,
Գողերի գող դարձա,որ ինձ գտնեմ,
Եկավ ես տարավ սիրտս գանձարանից,
Այս սրտիս բանալին նրանից ես ոնց ետ բերեմ,
Մարդիկ ասում են տարօրինակն եմ ես,
Մարդիկ ասում են տարօրինակն եմ ես,
Ես իրենց ոնց մեկնեմ,
 Գողերի գող դարձա,որ ինձ գտնեմ,


Բանաստեղծն եմ ես դառնում նրա,

Երբ մտածում եմ ինձ ես ոնց կոչեմ,
Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ դառնում ես նրա,
Երբ մտածում եմ ինձ ես ոնց կոչեմ,
Մեր միությունը սրբացնողն,ու այն աղոթքի վերածողն եմ ես,
Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ ես։

Anger of mine

 

Along the way I collide

Either with or without

But I collide with something

I touch it with my foot but it doesn't hurt

And when I touch it it just burns

And when I touch it it just burns

And it's not the soul

And it's not the body

And the soul is not in it

Why is it burning so much

Why is it hurting so much

There is no fear in the world

No thoughts in the world

When there is emptiness nearby

And this damn anger devastates so much

That you don't know how to change it

When there is no life in anger

And there are no worlds in life

And no fear in them to change

It's better to let go

There is no music in anger

It's better not to feel

And there is no joy in this

It's better not to want

But there is time and love

It's better to love with anger

And combine it with life

One road and one life

And we collide with time with everyone

But there is a solution you can't cope with evil alone

But you can cope with it with love

On the way, in essence, 

You remain only with

And I got burned in the fire

 my fantasy

your reality

my passion and your fire

my sadness and yours

burned in the fire like a single noose

and we and our hearts in the filthy fire burned to the end

but to return both passion and soul

from my fantasy and yours

disappears in the morning

appears during the day

in the evenings again becomes fire

and I burned in the fire

I have your fantasy

I have your character

I can barely hold back

suffocate inside

and drops of your fire

I looked at them

and they became mine

and I began to burn from the inside

I became a spark for you

you are the desire of my eyes

I am the desire of your scenes

they give me passion closer to the th

over which we talked in secret from everyone

and I have burned since then still

and it burns from afar

but everything is closer

this is not mine

this is not it

but drops of your lights

became mine

Selfish

Doing,doing,doing everyime,

when I'm doing domething mine,

I like to be different,to be me,

And it's fucking suiting me,

It's a talent to be me,

Like that I'm feeling me.

It's not a bad thing,

to be different to have yours,

Bad is only the fact ,that

you don't know how to say,that

That You want it just like that,

Everyone are coming to grab

What is different,what is cute,

Everyone are coming just to study that,

What is that,that is not suiting  you like that,

If you don't want to let that,,

Being selfish is a must fact.

Living,living,living all,

Which is giving freedom me,

When i'm acting,when im singing,

Im feeling fucking free.

Every moment every hour,

Im feeling selfishly free,

Stop it,if you want it,

Live it if you can,if no,

Just be shadow under my can.

Selfish  new and modern me,

Im coming for you and me,

To change it all what is yours,

To bring it all what is mine,

Im selfish i know it all,

Which is not yours,I'll show it all,

It's inside of you  and all.

It is not a bad thing at all.

Now its me,now im new,

Whom do you see now,

Who can be you,

Im coming to bring all now,

When it's out even of you ,and me,

What is giving so freedom me,

It is not a bad thing at all,

To be different,to have yours.

28.03.25

Di Maria

The Bush of the desert

 In the desert,when there is a wind as a tree,

In the desert,when there is a house for a flourishness,

There is a power,and a life without a water,

There is a greenery,without a power and a trees.

The music is a desert,

The flower is a flute,

Which is driving a flower to it's origin,

Which is burning a flower for it's bush,

And a blossom is an adornment for the desert,

And a leaves are a wood for it,on it to stand,

And the bush is it's origin,for it,on it to grow.

The desert is a path,

The desert is a crown,

For a flowers who are looking for the truth,

For the foots,in order to pass to road,

The desert is a bush,sometimes for the life as well,

The bush is the desert,sometimes for the time as well,

The bouquet of a flowers,

The fields of a wild ones,

And a greenery of them,are the adornments for the desert,

When the music is driving you to your path,

When there is a path,which is unseen because of the smokes,

When you cross them,and when You're flourishing with them,

You are turning into a flourished path,

And it's turning into flourished bush for a life,

And it's getting to be an adornment for the desert in our lifes.

Di Maria

07/11/25

Not what it seems

Friendship or relationships in friendship,

Both of them are not what it seems.

Friendship or relationships in friendship,

Both of them are not what it seems.

But when we have a different view to it,

It is turning into the life to be.

Worthfullness and values,

It does worth it to be,

It does worth it to see,

It does worth it to accepts,,

But does worth it to does.

Separate from each others,

Values and worth,

Worth is a values,

But for relationships its not what it seems,

But for relationships its not a life,

Friendship or relationships in friendship,

Both of them are not what it seems.

Mixed up are my minds,

And thoughts as well,

Mixed up,im inside,

I was clear to me,

But now i'm different to me it seems,

When time will be able,to be clean to me,

Like my heart was to others,

When i'll stop to be different,

It will not be what is seemed before.

Friendship or relationships in friendship,

Both of them are not what it seems.

Why heart is mine and yours,

Why the values are not chours,like in songs,

Why they are not heard to others,like they are to my heart,

Friendship or relationships in friendship,

Both of them are not what it seems.

Friendship or relationships in friendship,

Both of them are not what it seems.

But be a friend to you,and life will be gracefull to you,

But be joyful,and life will be beautiful to you,

with mixed up thoughts,inside and outside

Friendship or relationships in friendship,

Both of them are not what it seems.Friendship or relationships in friendship,

Both of them are not what it seems.

07.11.25

Di Maria

Իմ ճանապարհը

Իմ միսսիան,

Ես ուրիշն եմ,այն ուրիշը,

Ես ուրիշն եմ,քո ուրիշը,

Այդ սրտի մեջ մի ճանապարհ,

Ո՞ւր էլ գնաս,քեզ լույս կտամ,

Ինչ էլ անես,կճառագես։

Ես ուրիշն եմ,այն ուրիշը,

Ես ուրիշն եմ,քո ուրիշը,

Երբ ինձ նայես,քո նուրբ սրտով,

Դու կգտնես ճանապարհդ,

Իմ այդ տված սիրուն լույսով։

Չես փոշմանի ուր էլ գնաս,

Չես փոշմանի ոնց էլ որ գաս,

Դու կգտնես ճանապարհդ,

Եթե լսես սրտին ձայնը։

Քո հագուստը,քո զարդերը 

Այդ պճրանքը, քո զարդերը,

Այդ հայացքը ու գտածդ,

Այն ինչ գտած Իմ մեջ ոնց կա,

Այն ինչ գտա քո մեջ ոնց կար,

Իմն է որ կա,ճանապարը,

Ոնց քեզ կտամ,ոնց կվերցնեմ 

Դու դա գիտես,լավ ավելի,անգամ քան Ես,

Հենց ինձ նայես,այն կգտնես,

Այն Իմ մեջ է,այնտեղ դա է,

Հենց ինձ փնտրել,այնտեղ կգաս,ու կանգնել,

Ես ուրիշն եմ,այն ուրիշը,

Ես ուրիշն եմ,քո ուրիշը,

Դու դա գիտես,լավ ավելի,անգամ քան Ես։

Իմն է որ կա,ճանապարհը,

Ոնց ես քեզ տամ,որ դու վերցնես,

Դու դա գիտես,լավ ավելի անգամ քան Ես,

Հիմա ես եմ,այդ ուրիշն եմ,

Հիմա դա եմ,քո ուրիշն եմ,

Ես հենց դա եմ,քո նուրբ հոգու`այդ փնտրածի,

Պատասխանն ու ճանապարհը,իմ ուրիշի։

08.05.25

Di Maria

Run With Love

I want to run,

You force to stay,

I want you to kidnap,

And take me away

My desire,my wish,

My rejection,my acceptance,

First sight only mattered,I've said,

After hearing you voice,I've said.

Silence meant nothing,

From one country to another,

I will always say yes,

Out of searching,I will,

Will became a hunter for your love,

I was searching,

I was choosing,

Was studying,

Was learning,

From one country to another,

Discovered you since from the start.

Once rejected,after accepted,

Once choose,after desired,

I became a hunter for your hands,

I became a hunter for your heart,

For you to kidnap me,and run with me,

So fly with me,

Leave your pleace,be my place

I was searching,

I was choosing,

Was studying,

Was learning,

That's  who I am,

Thats what I am,when I see you choose me.

When I see you want to run with me,

From one country to another,

In order to be with me.

I wanted to run,

You force me to stay,

The direction is calling me,

Says me to fly with me,

So fly with me,

That's my freedom,thats who I am,

Run away with me,thats what I am,

From one country to another,

Silence means nothing,

When Im screaming,when I,

I want to run away with a hunter.

I was searching,

I was choosing,

Was studying,

Was learning,

Footsteps will be a sign,

Hand on hand,when I'll  be Your sun,

Thats who I am,

That's  what I want,

when I ask run with love,

When I ask run with me,

From one country to another,

That's my freedom,thats who I am,

Run away with me,thats what I am,

From one country to another.

Di Maria

10.05.25

Moon Lovers

Oh music,oh music,

Oh music,oh mine,

play,play my heart with notes,

oh music,oh mine

Let me hear them oh music,

No day,no night in this,

I can't find my rest inside,

Oh music,oh night,

Im deth because of this,

Oh music,oh mine.

Leave the moments,

Leave the truth,

World is merciless,life is a grace,

Humans are murderers,life is a love,

Oh music,oh mine,

Let me feel,let me be,

Under Your rhythms,under your notes,

Oh music,oh time,

Oh music,oh mine.

Im a holder,Im a carrier,

Im a pleasure,Im a blood,

That's the rule,that's the truth,

Im inside and outside,

When the day is ending,

When the moon is appearing,

My pleasure,my passion,desire and the truth,

My music,and the muse,

My passion and the bluse,

Im a lover of it,oh music, oh mine,

How can I dance under it,

Oh music,oh time.

Moon is that witness,

Moon is that smoke,

Moon is the operator,whose cameras are on us,

On area,on atmosphere,on the time,

when the moon is appearing,we are alive,

Moon is a witness,and it's eyes is ours,

Moon is a witness,whose hand are on us,

Im a lover,Im a hunter,

Im a woman,Im a killer,

Play on me smoothly,

play on me softly,

Let me feel,let me be,

Under Your rhythms,under your notes,

Oh music,oh time,

Oh music,oh mine.

Im a holder,Im a carrier,

Im a pleasure,Im a blood,

That's the rule,that's the truth,

Oh music,oh time,

Oh music,oh mine.

My pleasure,my passion,desire and the truth,

My music,and the muse,

My passion and the bluse,

Oh music,oh time,

Oh music,oh mine.

Im a lover,Im a hunter,

Im a woman,Im a killer,

Play on me smoothly,

play on me softly,

Oh music,oh time,

Oh music,oh mine.

Di Maria

07.11.2025

The poems of life

Let's pretend that we are not humans,

Let's pretend,that we are not lovers,

Let's pretend that life is not ours,

Let's act that we live in order to live,

Lets just be in ours like what we used to be.

Life is about "To be or not to be",

Who are we when we are out of our boundaries,

When we have no words,in order to be hard,

When we have no river, which waves we can fly according to,

How can we describe the path,that  we want it in our life to exist to,

Are we a poets,or artists of life,

Who have no papers,or inks to write down on to

About sentences,and confessions to the life to,

How can we act,either pretend like what we want to be to,

When life is only about "To be or not to be".

We have fingers,we have tongues,

Also bodies,and their languages,

But when it comes to words to be said or done to,

We are wordless ones, and we have no languages,

In life,in the time,in the river,either in mine,

Im a mess,Im a loser,when I have nothing absolutely in mine.

And Im just looking at life like a fingerless one,

Who is unable to touch,to act,to feel to see, 

To write,to pretend,that life does exists,

That desire is not a river,to whom you can go,

And write a poems of life,and the time,in life,

In life,in the time,in the river,either in mine.

Let's pretend that we are not humans,

Let's pretend,that we are not lovers,

Let's pretend that life is not ours,

Let's act that we live in order to live,

Lets just be in ours like what we used to be.

Life is about "To be or not to be",

In life,in the time,in the river,either in mine,

We are wordless ones, and we have no languages,

Im a mess,Im a loser,when I have nothing absolutely in mine.

The Sultana of my Crown

 

You was mine,

I does but doesn't existed,

Sometimes i've said,

Sometimes I was quiet,

I didn't even knew what it was,

Since from the ancient times,

But being mine,

I doesn't took for granted,

I just simply gave,

I've created walls between us by myself,

But the years were strong,

Like these worlds,when they became stronger.

And I decided to wait,

And I decided to win,

And I decided to wait for the destruction of them,

And I revently wanted it,

But I've got burned with the desire,

When you've said in front of everyone,

Accept me and say, and love,Accept me and call,

You're my Sultana,

Your my Crown,

And you're the Sultana of my Crown.

 The adornment of my head,

And the pride of my years,

And the desire of mine and my soul,

Sultana of my Crown!

Your walls destroyed me,

I was yours but you threw me away from Yourself,

Our pain is common,

And your crown was heavy to me,

Yours walls destroyed me so.

Years of ours, they've passes by,

But they stood strong,

And now I say,

This is ours,she is mine,

These walls are mine,and the greenery on them,

I'll water them,so they'll bloom like a flower,

And i'll adore this smell,

And i'll breathe their aroma,like the air,

And i'll scream that this is the smell,

The smell of my Sultana,

The smell of my love,

The smell of my choice,and years,

And the Sultana of my Crown.

This is our destiny,and our karma,

Through the tourtures,and rivers 

Through the centuries and the tears,

They've turned me into you,

You've got turned into me,

Through me,through you

When i'll become one whole,

And the whole world will accept,

With one breathe,you'll be the rest,

The rest of my life,the rest of my heart,

The rest,the smell,and the Sultana of my crown.

With  the great trembling of my heart,

I will scream at the to of my lungs,

I will scream out my pleasure,

Through you,through me,

I will scream out my passion,

And the whole world will accept,

With one breathe,you'll be the rest,

The rest of my life,the rest of my heart,

And I'll scream that this is the smell,

The smell of my Sultana,

The smell of my love,

The smell of my choice,and years,

And the Sultana of my Crown.

I was waiting for these walls ,

To get crushed into pieces,

At that time I'll say,

At that time I'll scream,

 The adornment of my head,

And the pride of my years,

And the desire of mine and my soul,

Sultana of my Crown!

Di Maria 

19.03.25

Thinking out loud

 Thinking ot loud,

Maybe about mistakes,

 

Maybe about the time,

Sometimes like what it is playing to you,to us,

Maybe not because of the pain,

but because of the wish,

Maybe not because of the heart,

But because of the truth,

Why does it looked so I did something not so,

Maybe it's my confusion?

Free to live,

Under cover you are sometimes,

Free to feel,yourself like butterfly,

But the demand of love,

Is not giving you any hope,

You are deth my dear,

But maybe it's now your confusion?

Thinking out loud,

Maybe about mistakes,or the time,

Thoughts out im not mine,

Not free to live,to hope,

How can I understand?

Thoughts out loud,

with the waves of the blood in my vains,

and i'm like swimming in them,

It was a dream to be free so,

You left me to feel it by myself,

Thinking out loud,why is this all so,

Maybe it's my mistake,

I've keot it for so long,

Maybe the time is a victim,

And i've survived not so,

whose confusion is that now?

My thoughts are my mistakes now,

How can I understand?

Something, that has no name

I have some thing inside,

I have more things inside,

I have a passion inside,

which has no color,no size,no number,

I have something inside,

which has got no name,

and I dont know, how to call  it.

Darling im jelousing,

even to the shadow of mine,

when im thinking about it,

I descover something inside,

and I  don't know how to call it.

When love is not happening,

it is like snow inside of your heart,

 I have something with no-name,

and i don't know how to call it.

But when it is happening,

even the snow is turning into a hot sun,

inside of your heart,because

there is an awaitings for years,

and it has got no-name,

and I don't know how to call it.

When the night will come,

and when the moon will appear,

With its shadows we will dance under it,

Will try to find a name for it,

But now I have,I have

something inside of me,

and I don't know how to call it,

It's a shadow of a nightm

It's a passion of a time,

It's a memory of a pain,

It's a feeling with no-name.

And when the snow will be turned into the rain,

when the warm will appear,

and when we will win the time back,

our hearts will be in touch again,

and we will win it back again,

through the drops of the rain,and their sounds.

They will make a noises for it,for us,

And I will find out how to call it,

what was inside as a shadow of a night,to it.

what was like a passion of a time,to it,

what was like a memory of a pain,to it,

before that i'll call them  a feelings with no-name for it.

28.03.25

Di Maria

Incomplete beauty

 Love - it does exists,

Love- it forces you to live,

Love-it is equal to the life,when it does exists,

Love- is mine and im forever young while i feel it.

What is soul without beauty,

What is beauty without a soul,

You cant control it outside,

It is partly incomplete,

When it is empty,seems like it id full of a beauty,

In this way of getting completed,fully,

Beauty,young and soul

All of them will get completed,

Because ir does exists,we can meet with it,

If we want it,at that time it will not be incomplete.

Because it does exists,

              it does absents,

              it does forces you to exist,

And your forever young when you have it.

                                        when you look for it.

Which part is wild,

Which one is real,and natural,

No one explained,

No one understood,

In this life even heart does stood incomplete,

But when beauty does exists,in you

In a natural way,through love,

You are young,and it's not a joke,while you have it

                                                     while you want it,

                                                     while you look for it.

You are in love and its not a joke,while you feel it,

                                                     while you look for it,

                                                      while you does exist through it.

You are alive and it's not a joke,while you feel a life in it.

 Love - it does exists,

Love- it forces you to live,

Love-it is equal to the life,when it does exists,

Love- is mine and im forever young while i feel it.

Not a beauty when its lonely,

Not a beauty when its white,

No color at all in it in order to celebrate,

No pleasure to satisfy it,in order to survive,

Not a blessing,when its a pain,and it turned into black to be.

But when you are near that's a beauty,

But when you are,that's fully completing,

And that's why it does exists,and thats how it does exists,

And that's why it forces you to survive,to be.

Di Maria

04.12.25                                                             

6 Attar of Nishapur Poems — Examples of Attar’s Poetry in Farsi and English

 Attar of Nishapur is renowned for his poetic genius and ability to convey complex spiritual and philosophical ideas through verse. Here are 6 examples of Attar’s work that demonstrate his poetic skills:

بی تو دل و جان من سیر شد از جان و دل

جان و دل من تویی ای دل و ای جان من

هست دل عاشقت منتظر یک نظر

تا که برآید ز تو حاجت دو جهان من

 

My heart and soul have grown weary of life without you.

O ye who are my heart and soul, you are everything to me.

I’m waiting for you to gaze at my heart.

Your eye will increase the value of my life!

آنچه می‌جویی تویی و آنچه می‌خواهی تویی

پس ز تو تا آنچه گم کردی ره بسیار نیست

 

You are the one you are seeking!

You desire nothing more than yourself!

Then the distance between you and the loss you suffered is not great!

 

دل شناسد که چیست جوهر عشق

عقل را ذره‌ای بصارت نیست

در عبارت همی نگنجد عشق

عشق از عالم عبارت نیست

 

The essence of love is known by the heart.

The mind is ignorant about love.

Love is inexpressible in words.

In the world of words, love is not!

 

در دلم افتاد آتش ساقیا

ساقیا آخر کجائی هین بیا

هین بیا کز آرزوی روی تو

بر سر آتش بماندم ساقیا

 

My heart is burning, Cupbearer, oh

Where are you, cupbearer? Arrive soon

I’m still burning, cupbearer.

Because I long to see your face!

 

جان و دل پر درد دارم هم تو در من می‌نگر

چون تو پیدا کرده‌ای این راز پنهان مرا

ز آرزوی روی تو در خون گرفتم روی از آنک

نیست جز روی تو درمان چشم گریان مرا

 

Oh, my heart is filled with suffering; look at it

Since you’ve discovered my hidden secret

Because of my longing to see you, I wept days and nights

It is only you who can cure my eyes full of tears!

 

تو چو شمعی و جهان از تو چو روز

من چو پروانهٔ جانباز امشب

همچو پروانه به پای افتادم

سر ازین بیش میفراز امشب

عمر من بیش شبی نیست چو شمع

عمر شد، چند کنی ناز امشب

A burning candle you are, and the world is bright with you

A moth I am, flying around you tonight

Falling at your feet like a moth

Don’t raise your flame so high tonight

My life is brief like a candle

It is about to end soon

How I long for you to look at me?

These examples of Attar’s poetry provide a mere glimpse into the depth and beauty of his work. His poetry continues to inspire and move readers even centuries after it was written.

Attar of Nishapur was a 12th-century Persian poet, mystic, and philosopher whose works have had an immense impact on Persian literature and beyond. His poetry often deals with themes related to love, spirituality, and human nature and has been read for centuries around the world. 

In this blog post, we will briefly overview Attar of Nishapur’s life and background, analyze his major works and themes, and emphasize the significance of his poetry. We’ll also go over 6 examples of his unique poetry. Ultimately, we’ll discuss his legacy and lasting impact on Persian and world literature. 

Attar’s Life and Background

Attar of Nishapur was born in Nishapur, Iran, during the late 12th century. Little is known about his life, and even his given name remains obscure. Attar, of course, wasn’t his real name but rather a cognomen or “nickname” derived from his original profession as an herbalist or perfumer (in Farsi, an attar is a kind of herbalist or a seller of medicinal herbs. The word itself is rooted in atr, an Arabic word meaning perfume).

There are a few stories about how the poet became a Sufi from his original profession as an herbalist. None, however, are reliable. However, it happened, the Attar we know was a Sufi, an adherent to a mystic Islamic movement that emphasized personal spiritual growth. Attar’s poetry often mirrors this philosophy and strives for spiritual enlightenment.

Attar’s life was tragically cut short when the Mongol army invaded in the early 13th century, leading to his execution. Despite his tragic demise, Attar’s legacy lived on through his poetry and writings, which continue to inspire readers and scholars today.

 

Attar’s Literary Style and Contributions

Attar’s writing is distinguished by the vivid imagery, metaphor, and allegory it employs to convey complex spiritual and philosophical ideas. He often drew upon stories and legends from Persian and Islamic folklore, weaving them into his poetry to create a rich tapestry of meaning beyond what could be read directly in the text itself.

Attar’s own works, such as “The Conference of the Birds,” demonstrated how powerfully the masnavi form could convey complex spiritual and philosophical ideas through allegory and metaphor. 

He is known for using animal fables in his works, as elegantly presented in “The Conference.” This attribute had a large impact on famous Persian poets coming after him, like Rumi or Saadi. Through Attar’s literary works, we can also see the cultural and intellectual spirit of his time. The “Islamic Golden Age” was a time of scientific and artistic progress. There are a great number of Persian, Arabic, and Greek figures contributing to the arts and sciences in this golden age.

He also contributed to the lasting influence of the Iranian-Islamic Sufi tradition by penning the major hagiographic prose work, Tazkirat al-Awliya (meaning, literally, the remembrance of great spiritual personages).

His contributions to Persian poetry are still prominent today, and he remains an important part of a time looked back at with great admiration by many Persian speakers today.

 

The Works of Attar of Nishapur

Attar of Nishapur is renowned for his diverse literary works, both poetry and prose. Some of his most renowned pieces include:

“The Conference of the Birds” (Mantiq al-Tayr, منطق الطیر)

Considered Attar’s masterpiece, this epic poem follows a group of birds on their quest to find the legendary Simurgh bird. Along the way, they face various hardships that test their faith and resolve as they strive to overcome each obstacle. Finally, only thirty birds (literally si morgh) remain, who at length realize in their union, they make up the legendary Simurgh (a play on homonyms where the proper name Simurgh sounds like the words denoting “thirty birds”)

“The Book of Secrets” (Asrar-nama, اسرارنامه)

Attar’s collection of prose writings on Sufism and spirituality, “The Book of Secrets,” delves into topics such as love, self-knowledge, and the pursuit of spiritual enlightenment.

“The Divan” (دیوان)

His poetry collection, the Divan of Attar contains the poet’s couplets. It deals with subjects ranging from love to Sufism and theology.

“The Hagiography” (Tazkerat al-Awliya, تذکره الاولیا)

Attar’s Hagiography or the Tazakarat al-Awliya work chronicles the life and teachings of Sufi saint Sheikh San’an and is considered one of Attar’s most significant works of prose. It enabled the Sufi tradition to reach a much wider audience, a task it still performs today.

“The Book of Affliction” (Elahi-nameh, الهی نامه)

This work of prose delves into the concept of divine punishment and suffering, providing insights into how one can find meaning and purpose when faced with hardship.

Attar’s works remain widely read and studied by scholars around the globe, his legacy as a poet and mystic having had an immense impact on Persian literature and culture.