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selected fragments

Some attractive selected fragments about life ,love .happiness.

Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope .to live and to put its trust in life.

Life is like a bicycle . you do not fall off unless you stop pedaling.

Count your life by smiles not tears .count your age by friends not years.

Life is to be measured by its excellence not by the length.

Age is a matter of feeling not of years .

Most people say that as you get old you have to give up things I think .
You get old because you give up things .

I do not looking back I am looking ahead to the next show that is the way I keep young.

Winter is on my head but eternal spring is in my heart .

Those who love deeply never grow old . they may die of long age but they die young.

Every man 's life lies within the present for the past is spent and the future is uncertain.

The mind is like a clock that is constantly running down it has to be wound up daily .
With learning and good thought.

Any one who stops learning is old whether at twenty or eighty.

A sad soul can kill you quicker than a germ.

Always try to understand people feel and show appreciations more and more often wear a smile showing sensible token of love .

Spider

برو قوی شو اگر عزم زندگی داری
که در نظام طبیعت ضعیف پا مال است

عنکبوت از توران شهریاری
عنکبوتی سخت گرم کار بود
بهر کارش تا سحر بیدار بود
بند ها و رشته ها از هر کنار
گشته اویزان مهیای شکار
صیدهای خرد در دام امدند
چونکه نادانسته و خام امدند
گفت با خود عنکبوت تار ساز
تیرم اخر بر هد ف شد کار ساز
پشه در تارم اسیری بیش نیست
بهر او جز نیستی در پیش نیست
کی تواند بگسلاند بند و دام
لا جرم در بند میماند مدام
همچنان در این خیال و گفتگو
دید زنبوری بیامد سوی او
نا گهان زنبور در بند اوفتاد
بند بر پای توانمند اوفتاد
با تکانی رشته هارا پاره کرد
عنکبوت پیر را اواره کرد
بگسلد هر رشته ای را زورمند
میرهد با قدرتش از دام و بند
بینوای نا توان گردد شکار
این بود ائین و رسم روزگار

reborn

Reborn;;;; Go to rapture
All I could see from where I stood;
Were three long mountains and a wood
I turned and I looked the other way;
And saw three islands in a bay
So with my eyes I traced the line
Of the horizon thin and fine;
Straight around till I was come;
Back to where I’d started from
And all I saw from where I stood
Were three long mountains and a wood

Over these things I could not see;
There were the things that bounded me;
And I could touch them with my hand;
Almost I thought form where I stand;
And all at once things seemed so small
My breath came short ; and scares at all;
But sure the sky is big I said;
Miles and miles above my head;
So here upon my back I lie;
And look my feel into the sky;

And so I looked and after all;
The sky was not so very tall;
The sky I said must somewhere stop;
And sure enough I see the top;
The sky I thought is not so grand ;
I most could touch it with my hand;
And reaching up my hand to try;
I screamed to feel it touch the sky;

I screamed and Lo infinity;;;;;
Came down and settled over me;
Forced back my scream into my chest;
Bent back my arm upon my breast;
And pressing of the undefined ;
The definition of my mind;
Held up before my eyes a glass;
Through which my shrinking sight did pass;

Long had I lain thus craving death;
When quietly the earth beneath;
Gave way and inch by inch so great;
At last had grown the crashing weight ;
Into the earth I sank till I;
Full six feet underground did lie;
Deep in the earth I rested now;
Cool is its hand upon my brow;

And soft its breast beneath the head ;
Of one who is so gladly dead;
And all at once and over all ;
The pitying rain began to fall;
I lay heard each pattering hoof;
Upon my lowly that had the roof;
And seemed to love the sound for more;
Than ever I had done before;

For rain it has a friendly sound;
For one who is six feet underground ;
And scarce the friendly voice or face;
A grave is such a quiet place;
The rain I said is kind to come;
And speak to me in my new home;
I would I were alive again;
To kiss the fingers of the rain;

For soon the shower will be done;
And taken the broad face of the sun;
Will laugh above the rain soaked earth ;
Until the world with answering mirth;
Beloved beauty over me;
That I shall never see;
Again the spring silver autumn gold;
That I shall never more behold;

O:' God I cried give me new birth;
And put me back upon the earth ;
In one big torrent set me free;
Washing my grave away from me;
Of herald wings came whispering;
Like music down the vibrant string;
Of my ascending prayer and crash ;
Before the wild minds whistling lash;

The startled storm clouds roared on high;
And plunged in terror down the sky ;
And the big rain in one black wave;
Fell from the sky and struck my grave;
I know not how much things can be;
I only knew there came to me;
A fragrance such on never clings ;
To aught save happy living things;

A sound as some joyous elf;
Singing sweet songs to please himself '
And through and over every things
A sense of glad awakening ;
The grass tiptoe at my ear;
Whispering to me I could hear ;


I felt the rains cool finger tips.
Brushed tenderly across my lips.
Laid gently on my seald sight.
And all at once the heavy night.
Fell from my eyes and I could see.
A drenched and dripping apple tree
At last long line of silver rain.
Grown closer and blue again

Oh God I can push the grass apart.
And lay my finger on thy heart.
Sent instant tears into my eyes .
O. God I cried no dark disguise.
The world stands out on either side.
No wider than the heart is wide.
The soul can split the sky in two.
And let the face of God shine through.
And he whose soul is flat the sky.
Will cave in on him by and by……..



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