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.