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To: 2MAR$ who wrote (41651)	9/16/2013 10:09:47 AM
From: Brumar89	Respond to of 69300

That's a great example of ignorance. You're one of those educated to despise the Christian heritage and kneejerk revere Islam. famous Persian poets "Hafez", one can only imagine how the poetry & writings affected the Crusaders back then? Since they didn't go to Persia and were busy fighting off the Muslims who wanted to behead them, I doubt Hafez affected them at all. Taking that kind poetry & literature back to Europe, they had nothing to rival it. What absurdity. Only a miseducated ignoramus would say that. Since you are now pretending to appreciate Persian poetry, here's some you might like. Tell us what well known Persian writer produced this: MASS OF THE DRUNK In circles mystic I found not The pleasantness I sought In monastery was not audible The music which love wrought In school I did not find to read Any book to be from the friend In minaret it was hard to find The voice to be of him to tend In love of books I could not see That veiled beauty's face In sacred writs I could not get The destination's trace In idol-house my life's span Was wholly spent in vain In rivals' gathering I saw Neither remedy nor pain The lover's ring now must I join Haply to find for solace From the rose- garden of the beloved A pleasing breeze or a trace "We" and "I" are both from reason That are used as ropes to bind In mass of those who are drunk Neither "I" is nor "We" to find LOVER'S RAPTURE Oh That heart is no heart at all Which loves thy fair face not Oh that wise is no wise at all Who craves not thy beauty spot Oh for the heart - raptured lover Papture's all that's in thy wine For me save this rapture alone What else has this life's confine Who hath thrown me in this desert It was love of thine, o my friend What act now can rescue me Nowhere seen is the desert's end If thou art a heart - raptured lover Put soon then thyself aside 'Twixt you and him there's none But wall of your self- pride If you are an traveller of lover's path Shun prayer- carpet, cloak then No guide's there but love alone In love thyself soak then If thou art real lover then Be not mystic - pious prone As none can enter lovers' ring But the lovers' group alone I wish to play with his ringleted hair What's bad in that what's vile One mad touch and one wild stroke What else can give love imbecile Get hold of my arm and set free My soul from this robe cant As this robe is nothing else But the refuge of ignorant Knowledge, mysticism leave them aside They lead not to the wine - house As in the place where lovers reside Falsehood cannot find spouse DRUNKARDS' FOLD O for the day That I be the dust of his way That I give up life for him That his true lover I stay O for the day That a cup soul- stirring I get from his kind hand And, forgetting both worlds Be chained to his hair's strand O for the day That my head be at his feet Kissing till life's time is up And I be, till doomsday Drunken from his cup O for the day That I burn like a lover Always for him and gaze At his sweet face In drunkard's daze O for the day That I be fully drunk In drunkard's fold And come to know all Its secrets untold O for the day That I have at bed's end My Joseph's merriment And if not, like Jacob Be enamoured of his scent LOVE'S GLANCE O my love, my world begins And ends at your door If my life be spent here I need nothing more In tavern, mosque, monastery And idol- temple floor I bow down in the hope that You would bless me and adore Not a cure could find seminary For my troubles nor the saint O get me out of mess With your glance ere I faint O full of ego was the mystic As far as I could glean O let me have your vision So my heart remains clean I have shunned myself's love So do I now exist O have your gracious look at me This insignificat gist They call me man of pleasure And they name me just a lover O my joy- shorn heart be sure Has never worn this cover Life of hermit have I chosen For that veiled darling So that with his amorous glance This drop be sea snarling SICKLY EYES What charming mole thy lips have Behold! that I am caught Pray, what thy sickly eyes have That sickened is my heart I have shunn'd my self's love Now truth is none but me I will see the gallows also As did Mansur see O darling, it's thy thought's flame That sets my heart afire If I am now the talk of town My name thou didst inspire Keep the door of tavern open For me night and day Farewell seminary, farewell mosque Let me go my way It was quite ere long you know That pietistic garment I tore The tavern- keeper's patched dress To find the way I wore Lo! city's priest tortures me With sermons vile and rot Where art thou! do rescue me Hearken, the spirit of sot O what a place is idol-house Good memories let me cherish The tavern- keeper's magic touch Hast made my sleep perish SEA OF ANNIHILATION How I long for the day That thy lane be my home For this joy, for this sorrow My heart's desires roam I wish I had in my hand From thy locks just a knot That would serve as a key To my evey troubled spot Last night without you Was obscure heart of mine In that house thy thought Was the only piercing shine All the friends in that gathering Were drunk, senseless And the wise like me Was ill- fated in the mess He who broke open prisons Was oppressor, illiterate About the self, universe All clean was his slate For the lovers all knowledge Is nothing but a veil He who went beyond the veil Upon the truth could prevail Lo the lovers out of love In the sea of annihilation swam And those on the shores dark Looked ignorant and sham I did find the spiritual world As I fell in love with the sweet All I read and heard before Was false, counterfeit GARMENT TEARING How crave I from my love's hand To drink a cup of wine O with whom to share this secret Where to take this grief of mine I gave away my life in hope That I could see the friend's face 'Am butterfly making rounds of lamp 'Am seed burning in fireplace This robe dseceptive and so cant This prayer- mat with false state Would that I could tear them off Right in front of tavern's gate If friend out of love's cup Be willing to give a small sip This soul in my life's cloak So happily would I give in tip 'Am old though yet can be young Do favour with thy sweet glance So that from this small house Of universe I make advance SWEET END With wine o my love Fill up this cup of mine Let not my honour grow Let not my name shine That kind pour in cup Which overpowers me Which purifies the soul Of artifice to tee That fine blissful wine Which sets the soul free Which makes splendour run Which makes glory flee That unrespected wine Which all the graceless drink In which submissions drown In which humilities sink In rose - cheeks' sacred sanctury In tavern come and see From every slit I enter The fairies welcome me Now haply should I go To the ring of drunken peers With wine cleanse who minds Of thoughts in low gears O thou rarified air Give mine wish and greeting When passing other world's river To that valley's sweeting In goblet one I crossed This life's road bend Let know the monastery head How sweet was my end Look, I realize such scholarship is beyond you. So I'll tell you ... the above are poems written by the Ayatollah Khomeini. Really! Khomeini loved Hafez and wrote his own poetry, in between molesting children.