Try not to cry

You, you’re not aware That we’re aware Of your despair Don’t show your tears To your oppressor Don’t show your tears CHORUS: Try not to cry little one You’re not alone I’ll stand by you Try not to cry little one My heart is your stone I’ll throw with you Isam: ‘Ayn Jalut where David slew Goliath This very same place that we be at Passing through the sands of times This land’s been the victim of countless crimes From Crusaders and Mongols to the present aggression Then the Franks, now even a crueller oppression If these walls could speak, imagine what would they say For me in this path that I walk on there's only one way Bullets may kill, bones may break Still I throw stones like David before me and I say CHORUS You, you’re not aware That we’re aware Of your despair Your nightmares will end This I promise, I promise CHORUS Lenny: No llores, no pierdas la fe La sed la calma el que haze Agua de la arena Y tu que te levantas con orgullo entre las piedras Haz hecho mares de este polvo Don’t cry, don’t lose faith The one who made water come out of the sand Is the one who quenches the thirst And you who rise proud from between the stones Have made oceans from this dust Waqas: I throw stones at my eyes ’cause for way too long they’ve been dry Plus they see what they shouldn’t from oppressed babies to thighs I throw stones at my tongue ’cause it should really keep its peace I throw stones at my feet ’cause they stray and lead to defeat A couple of big ones at my heart ’cause the thing is freezing cold But my nafs is still alive and kicking unstoppable and on a roll I throw bricks at the devil so I’ll be sure to hit him But first at the man in the mirror so I can chase out the venom Isam: Hmm, a little boy shot in the head Just another kid sent out to get some bread Not the first murder nor the last Again and again a repetition of the past Since the very first day same story Young ones, old ones, some glory How can it be, has the whole world turned blind? Or is it just ’cause it’s only affecting my kind?! If these walls could speak, imagine what would they say For me in this path that I walk on there’s only one way Bullets may kill, bones may break Still I throw stones like David before me and I say CHORUS

sami yusuf

My ummah, my ummah He will say Rasulullah on that day Even though we’ve strayed from him and his way My brothers, my sisters, in Islam Let’s struggle, work, and pray If we are to Bring back the glory of his way CHORUS: Ya Allah ya rabbal ‘alamin Ya rahmanu ya rahim Ya rabbi O Allah Lord of the Worlds O Merciful and Beneficent O my Lord Let the Ummah rise again Let us see daylight again Once again Let’s become whole again Proud again ’Cause I swear with firm belief in our hearts We can bring back the glory of our past My ummah, my ummah He will say Rasulullah on that day Even though we strayed from him and his way Look at where we were And look at where we are And tell me Is this how he’d want it to be? Oh no! Let us bring back our glory CHORUS

ملکوت

 Unless you change

        and become like

             little children

            You will never

     enter the kingdom

                 of heaven

       تا تغییر نکنید

      و مانند یک کودک نشوید

      به ملکوت خدا

      داخل نخواهید شد 

You are important

Don't say you're not important,

It simply isn't true,

The fact that you were born,

Is proof, God has a plan for you.

The path may be unclear right now,

But one day you will see,

That all that came before,

Was truly meant to be.

God wrote the book that is your life,

That's all you need to know.

Each day that you are living,

Was written long ago.

God only writes best sellers,

So be proud of who you are,

Your character is important,

in this book you are the" star".

Enjoy the novel as it reads,

It will stand throughout the ages,

Savor each chapter as you go,

Taking time to turn the pages

Because you are

important

friends

Everyone hears
what you say.
Friends listen to
what you say.
Best friends
listen to what you don't
say

هر کسی چیزایی رو که شما می گین می شنوه. 

ولی دوستان به حرفای شما گوش می دن.

اما بهترین دوستان

حرفایی رو که شما هرگز نمی گین می شنون.

a poet from Khayam

When comes the spring and winter goes away

The pages of our life's book are running out

Drink wine and don't be sad , foras the wise has said

"The world's grief is like a poison and the only cure is wine "

ABC of Life . . .

Life is ADVENTURE dare it

.
Life is BEAUTY worship it.

Life is CHALLENGE meet it.

Life is DREAM realize it.

Life is ENDURANCE cope with it.

Life is FRAGRANCE smell it.

Life is GAME play it.

Life is HEAVEN take it.

Life is INITIATIVE take it.

Life is JOURNEY complete it.

Life is KEROSINE burn it.

Life is LOVE enjoy it.

Life is MYSTERY unfold it.

Life is NAME find it.

Life is OPPORTUNITY catch it.

Life is PROMISE fulfil it.

Life is QUSETION answer it.

Life is REALITY face it.

Life is SONG sing it.

Life is TIME utilize it.

Life is URAGE satisfy it.

Life is VOICE listen it.

Life is WEALTH acquire it.

Life is X ? solve it.

Life is YEARNING go after it.

Life is ZENITH attain it . . .

آب

WATER

.Let's not muddy the stream

Down the stream a pigeon seems to be drinking

.Or perhaps in some farther thicket, a goldfinch is washing its plumage

.Or perhaps in some hamlet a jar is being filled

.let's not muddy the stream

This stream is perhaps running to the foot of a poplar tree to wash away

. the sorrows of some lonely heart

.A dervish is perhaps dipping a piece of dry bread into the stream

.A lovely lady has come to the lip of the stream

.Let's not muddy the stream

.Beauty is doubled

!What delicious water

!How clear a stream

!How cordial are the people in the upper hamlet

!May their streams jet out! May their cows give prodigious milk

.Never have i visited their hamlet

.There must be God's footprints at the foot of their hedges

.There, moonshine must be brightening over the expanse of speech

.Fences,must be low un the upper hamlet

.Its inhabitants surely know what a flower the peony is

.There,blue must be blue

.some bud is blossoming; the hamlet inhabitants are aware of it

!What a glorious hamlet it must be

!May its alleyways overflow with music

!The people at the mouth of the stream appreciate water

.They have not muddied the stream

.Nor should we

آب

در فرودست انگار کفتری می خورد آب.

یا که در بیشه ی دور سیره ای پَر می شوید.

یا در آبادی کوزه ای پر می گردد.

آب را گل نکنیم.

شاید این آب روان می رود پای سپیداری تا فرو شوید اندوه دلی.

دست درویشی شاید نان خشکیده فرو برده در آب.

زن زیبایی آمد لب رود.

آب را گل نکنیم.

روی زیبا دو برابر شده است.

چه گوارا این آب!

چه زلال این رود!

مردم بالادست چه صفایی دارند!

چشمه هاشان جوشان،گاوهاشان شیر افشان باد!

من ندیدم دهشان.

بی گمان پای چپرهاشان جا پای خداست.

ماهتاب می کند آن جا روشن پهنای کلام.

بی گمان در ده بالا دست چینه ها کوتاه است.

مردمش می دانند که شقایق چه گلی است.

بی گمان آن جا آبی،آبی است.

غنچه ای می شکفد؛ اهل ده باخبرند.

چه دهی باید باشد!

کوچه باغش پُر موسیقی باد!

مردمان سر رود آب را می فهمند.

گِل نکردندش،ما نیز آب را گل نکنیم.

سهراب سپهری