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May 21, 2005
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I met him as arranged. It was 9am. He greeted me with a smile. I could see fatigue in his eyes. He had worked through the night. Last night, while everyone slept, he cared for the frail elderly patients at the Infirmary.
We walked together side by side as it gently rained. He was filled with music. He sang to me and pointed to the beautiful scenery around us. He spoke of his patients and his worries. He reminded me of that unforgettable summer’s day, under the old oak. He read me the words of Hafez and Molana. I was all ears. I remained silent and absorbed. He kept his gaze low. He recited. I prayed for him to continue and he did. He ended on:
...چه گرمیم، چه گرمیم از این عشق چو خورشید
Everyday the memory of that summer's day is refreshed. He recites, I pray that he continues, and he does.
Posted by sara at May 21, 2005 3:15 PM
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الهی من قربونت برم دختر که اینقدر شيرين مینويسی.
Posted by: ساغر at May 23, 2005 2:53 PM
مرحبا ای عشق خوش سودای ما/ای طبیب جمله علت های ما
ای دوای نخوت و ناموس ما/ای چوافلاطون وجالینوس ما
باغ سبز عشق کو بی منتهاست/جزغم وشادی دراوبس میوه هاست
عاشقی زین هردوحالت برتراست/بی بهاروبی خزان سبزوتراست
سبزوشادو و تازه باشید-که هستید
Posted by: سیاوش.س at May 23, 2005 4:14 PM
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be sun
Posted by: sara at May 31, 2005 6:20 AM