Author of quotes: Mirza Shafi Vazeh

With the crowd close,
With his entourage of guards horse
On horses,
The detour edges native
Have done great Shah.
"Be nice, Shah the great",
The circle of screaming people
And climbed all along,
To fall before the Lord,
One poor dervish
Not at all like.
He was sitting by the road,
Silence is kept.
And the most famous
The court minded lackey
Suddenly, separated from his entourage,
On old Navis:
"Since you, the silent meek Silent used,
So rip out throats
Unnecessary your tongue!"
And Shah is the ruler of the strict -
Stopped the horse: "why, poor,
Don't fall at my feet
Welcoming me."
Dervish said clearly:
"My Shah, do you know yourself
Happened to fall to us
Under the power of your enemies.
And the whole crowd used
Without any mourning,
Your enemies have met
No worse than you.
You I have no pride
Silence met
Bezmolvstvuet now
I then was silent.
Love is not blooming
Where fear
She's not on the lips,
And in the heart dwells.
And if only by force
You can manage
Penalty for me, don't % b,
You the power to kill!"
But Shah, relenting before
Than click of the executioner,
Gave a beggar clothes
From his shoulder.
The courtiers were puzzled
When not in a smoothie -
Flood appointed
Advisor to the Palace.
Since then, the judge and rules
Good great Shah.
The people of the Lord of glory,
But praise not out of fear.
The Shah until the end of time
Blessed the hour,
When he's Human
Imagine on the happiness saved.
Thought Shah confused:
"Neither slave nor elder,
This poor man the respect
My legs spread".
And understood the Shah the great,
What you measure but slaves
The dignity of Bishop
Obedience of the crowd.

Neighbor, meaner than a hungry dog
Sent me God or rather the devil brought.
She scolded, tired of not know
Demure-her husband is bringing me to tears.
Sometimes he timidly responds,
She fist the poor guy pokes you in the nose.
When he humbly turned silent,
She says: "Il is your tongue attached?"
We are all under God; one is offended
People close to us, jokingly Il seriously
After all, without thorns and roses do not exist,
The trouble is, since there are thorns, but no roses!

One day, out of obedience
The river is large, and there was a flood.
Water on the mountain people and animals
Carrying around death and destruction.
Rushing water, coastal stone arguing.
I carried the water and cause grief.
On the mountain, people were killed all
That has not found salvation on the hill.
Thunder rumbled, with flashes of lightning,
And the Shah said, "Who will restrain the waves
That I'll honor and reward,
And all his wishes will fulfill!"
A wise man, not knowing the spells
But having the right amount of knowledge.
And seeing that the water is on the decline,
Said: "the End comes test!"
His words are heard Dodger great
And said so, falling before the Lord:
"I save us all, but avarice of his
You new unhappiness do not naklicki!"
And Shah have not regretted ranks and money
And became the Treasurer crook,
When the river returned to its channel,
As happens after floods.
Whispering simpletons with the elderly,
And the old men shook their heads
And understand how easy lords
To entangle in deceptive words.
Have not mastered the sage a shame
Because of the wisdom awards do not.
The ability to not depend on kings,
Freedom from falsehood - her reward!

"That matter, who craves destruction
Who searches the corpses the glory and oblivion.
His prayers will not hear God
And his blessings!" -
So sang the singer, and Golden Palace
Flew the song, and the Shah came to the confusion.
- Who's singing? - in the excitement Shah spoke
And instantly the guards came into the movement.
The singer and fell in the dust at the Shah's feet.
What will he say to his salvation?
- Nothing I'm not guilty, God knows,
The gift of Psalms - God's inspiration!
- I have power over you, - said the Shah -
And curse you, slave, your birth!
- Well, - said the poet, ' Allah is great!
To do evil, ought not the ability.
Administers and killing beasts in the woods
And even a dead stone in the moment of falling.
Extinguished the flames with angry eyes,
The ruler sank into the meditation.
He picked up a fallen sign in the dust:
- Go and not trying my patience!
Since then, the Lord, speak, withered,
Since then, he waited for death as redemption
To the very end in his ears
The song sounded like the condemned.
And heard the king, inspires the world fear:
"That matter, who craves destruction
Makes did not call on Allah,
And will not give his blessings."

How long will you have
Frosty, like snow, the heart
Before those who burn with love,
Who burned his heart forever?

Spring has clothed the earth in her outfit.
In green - field and meadow, in a white garden.
Oh, as always I was happy in the spring,
As was always glad of her arrival.
Was still a favorite with me
Last spring, a year ago.
Now the gardens spring beauty
Offense remind me of strive.

How many of the stars in the sky, burning relentlessly
And every star like a little wound.
But in the sky fewer stars than the wounds in my chest
From your anger, flirtation and deception.
In the world is doomed all his life to live in the darkness
The one whose ill-chosen constantly.
Boils the blood and flies from her lips a groan,
Again, in my eyes shines a tear unbidden.
You sang this song Vazeh, in whose heart the pain,
Like a black spot on the petal of a Tulip.

My mind and heart on the roads of different
Take me and multiply the score of adversity.
Me leads the mind away from temptation,
Which heart my flesh is attracted to.

Fate puts us to the test,
But all was once you I'm nice.
And not to forget the fact that it was the wound.
After all, the world even the night light luminaries -
Nothing but the recollection
Those who each other once loved.
Nothing lasts forever, even the world is not eternal.
But I believe our time would come.
And, maybe, the heat from our meeting
Will warm the earth and melt the ice
So again we merged their breaths.
Isn't there somewhere, behind a distant line,
Merge earth and sky?

Like envy, anger, boredom, flattery
Neither judge us, nor oppressed,
All are in an imperfect world there are
What will protect us from sadness.

Let the bigots all they
Strong and glorious from time immemorial -
All virtues leave them
Oh God, prolong their days!
And I leave my vices
And with them the youth of to keep.
Don't let burn my crops
Fade do not let them in the shade!
My streams my tunes
Not dry up, not mass!
To sing songs, leave me
And inspiration of autumn!

One drunkard, shameless
Lying in the mud, ragged and beaten.
He muttered drunkenly: "the Light is sunk in debauchery,
The whole world in the mud, his misery!"
I thought about this man:
As he is confident that whine
And sees a world mired hopelessly,
Meanwhile, he lies in the mud.

The wise man wander will not be all day long,
Looking for a subject that is at hand...
Sage pull will not be to the stars hand
To light a candle in front of him.

The player who succumbed to the excitement
Do not trust in the mercy of God!
A player that puts everything on the card
The map puts too much.