Hand and heart

Hand and heart

There is a difference between a harp and a heart. This is a string, that is a medicine. There is a difference between a color and a sound. There is a difference between a flute and a reed. This is a melody, that is a purity. There is a difference between a cup and a flute. There is a difference between moments in a time, a heart in a place, a silent heart. And that harp is a singer. And that heart that becomes a rebel. And that color is the flute of the people’s souls. And that flute sighs. They put their hands on the flute. They put their hands on the flute. Until every moment there was a difference. They put his name on his head. They take his oath on the religion. And that sweet-tongued witness will strike the heart of the harp. He will ring on the cup. He will play my flute. He will make a flute at any time. I will play another instrument. I will play my heart’s harp on the harp. I will make a flute on the heart of the flute.To go somewhere.

چنگ ودل

فرق است میان چنگ و دل

این را زهی آن را طبی

فرق است میان رنگ وهل

فرق است میان نای و نی

این را نوا آن را صفا

فرق است میان جام و می

فرق از میان لحظه­ها  در یک زمان بینا ز دل در یک مکان دل بی صدا

و آن چنگ را مطرب زند

و آن دل که یاغی می­شود

وآن رنگ را

وز نای جان مردمان

وز نی آهی در کشد

بر جام دستانی زنند بر می دستی می­زند

تا بوده هر دم فرق بود

یک نام او بر سر زنند

یک قسم او بر دین شود

وآن شاهد شیرین زبان بر دل چنگ غم زند

بر جام زنگ می کند

در نی نای من کند

در هر زمان منزل کند

من ساز  دیگر میزنم

بر چنگ چنگ دل زنم

بر دل نای نی کنم

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