In the distance
I see a bright shining star
Whispering promises of peace
I must beckon to its call
Long have I been a nomad
In this dry and barren land
In search of what can’t be found
I must beckon to its call
The sands of time escaping
My life evaporating before me
Has it all been in vain?
I must beckon to its call
In my journey I did find
So much pain and sorrow
Times of great joy and success
Overcoming every challenge
Perhaps it was not in vain at all
Lived the best life I could
I am ready for the final journey
Tranquility waits for me
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by Latina on Mon Mar 21, 2011 05:19 PM PDTpoem The Mark
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by Latina on Mon Mar 21, 2011 04:16 PM PDTYolanda,
Thank you very much for the videos. I am glad that you liked my poem.
MPD,
Thank you very much for translating my poem. Hope all is going well for you.
Happy Nowruz to ya!
سفر
Multiple Personality DisorderMon Mar 21, 2011 12:04 AM PDT
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In the distance
I see a bright shining star
Whispering promises of peace
I must beckon to its call
در فاصلهای دور
ستارهء روشنی میبینم، درخشان
نجوا میدهد، وعدههای صلح
باید اغوای دعوتش شوم
Long have I been a nomad
In this dry and barren land
In search of what can’t be found
I must beckon to its call
مدتیست صحرانشینم
در این سرزمین خشک و ثمرتُهی
در جستجوی چیزی نایافتنی
باید اغوای دعوتش شوم
The sands of time escaping
My life evaporating before me
Has it all been in vain?
I must beckon to its call
شنهای زمان میگُریزند
پیشِ رویم زندگیم برباد میرود
آیا زندگیم یکسره بیهوده بود؟
باید اغوای دعوتش شوم
In my journey I did find
So much pain and sorrow
Times of great joy and success
Overcoming every challenge
در این سفر به یقین یافتم
بسی درد و غم
دورانی پُر ز شادی و پیروزی
اما غلبهکردم بر هر چالشی
Perhaps it was not in vain at all
Lived the best life I could
I am ready for the final journey
I will beckon to its call
Tranquility waits for me
شاید اصلاً بیهوده نبود زیستنم
زیستنِ بهترین زندگی که توانستم
برای آخرین سفر آمادهام
اغوای دعوتش میشوم
میکشد آرامش انتظارم
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by yolanda on Sun Mar 20, 2011 09:35 PM PDTHi! Natalia,
I like your poem and blog photo......lately I watched a lot of Lao Tzu's Taoism videos on you-tube.....super interesting! I like the last 2 stanzas of your poem the most.....very courageous!