O fate! Whither can I flee from you?

My Lady d'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow
and you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.

My Lady d'Arbanville why does it grieve me so?
But your heart seems so silent.
Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low,

My Lady d'Arbanville why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow
and you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.

My Lady d'Arbanville, you look so cold tonight.
Your lips feel like winter,
your skin has turned to white, your skin has turned to white.

My Lady d'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow
and you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.

La la la la la....

My Lady d'Arbanville why does it grieve me so?
But your heart seems so silent.
Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low,

I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie,
I'll always be with you
This rose will never die, this rose will never die.

I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie,
I'll always be with you
This rose will never die, this rose will never die.

54. God exists whenever he is allowed to enter,…


MERRY CHRITMAS!

Elegy written on my tombstone (parvin Etessami)
This body that has earth for its pillow
Is parvin, the star of heaven of literature
Though her lot in life was nothing but misfortune,
Yet, her words are sweet as you like.
The composer of all these songs
Is today a beggar of hymns and prayers.
It would be fine if friends remember her;
For, a friendless heart is sorrowful one.
It is terrible to have earth in the eye,
And a stone is too heavy on the chest.
He who possesses discerning eyes
Will take a lesson on seeing this tomb.
Whoever you are and whenever you come from,
This is the last abode of existence.
A person, whoever rich he may be,
Will find himself poor on reaching this point.
Whenever destiny resorts to its assaults,
There is no other alternative but submission
The way of world has always been
To give birth, to kill and to bury.
Blessed is he who in this abode of affliction,
Has a mind that brings him tranquility…

There are moments in life,
when
there is no turning back,…

53. LIFE

What is this force that drives us far from the comfort of the familiar and makes us take up challenges instead, even though we know that the glory of this world is only transitory? I believe this impulse is called the search for the meaning of life. over many years of seeking a definitive answer to this question in books, art and science, and in both the dangerous and easy paths I have followed, I have found many answers .I am convinced now that a definitive answer will never be given to us in this life, but that, at the last, at the moment when we stand once more before the creator, we will understand each opportunity that was offered to us …
"Paulo Coelho"