قاصدك ! هان ، چه خبر آوردی ؟
از كجا ، وز كه خبر آوردی ؟
خوش خبر باشی اما ، اما
                         گرد بام و در من بی ثمر می گردی .
 
انتظار خبري نيست مرا
نه ز ياری نه ز دريا و دياری – باری ؛
برو آن جا كه بود چشمی و گوشی با كسی
                                برو آن جا كه تو را منتظرند ،
قاصدك ! در دل من همه كورند و كرند
دست بردار از اين در وطن خويش غريب ،
قاصد تجربه های همه تلخ
با دلم می گويد
                    كه دروغی تو ، دروغ
                                              كه فريبی تو ، فريب
 
قاصد ك ! هان ، ولی ......آخر ...... ای وای !
راستی آيا رفتی با باد ؟
با تو ام، آی ! كجا رفتی ؟ آی .....!
راستی آيا جايی خبری هست هنوز ؟
مانده خاكستر گرمی جايی ؟
در اجاقی – طمع شعله نمی بندم – خردك شرری هست هنوز ؟
قاصدك !
ابرهای همه عالم شب و روز
در دلم می گريند.

من از تو می مردم
              اما تو زندگانی من بودی
تو با من می رفتی
             تو در من می خواندی
وقتی كه خيابان ها را
            بي هيچ مقصدی می پيمودم
تو با من می رفتی
            تو در من می خواندی
تو از ميان نارون ها ، گنجشكهای عاشق را
به صبح پنجره دعوت می كردی
تو دستهايت را می بخشيدی
           تو چشمهايت را می بخشيدی
تو مهرانی ات را می بخشيدی
           تو زندگانی ات را می بخشيدی
وقتی كه من گرسنه بودم
           تو مثل نور سخی بودی
تو لاله ها می چيدی
تو گوش می دادی
            اما مرا نمی ديدی.

"فروغ فرخزاد"

Think of the lizard.  It spends most of its life on the ground, envying the birds and indignant at its fate and its shape.  "I am the most disliked of all the creatures," it thinks.  "Ugly, repulsive, and condemned to crawl along the ground." One day, though, Mother Nature asks the lizard to make a cocoon.  The lizard is startled -- it has never made a cocoon before.  He thinks that he is building his tomb, and prepares to die.  Although unhappy with the life he has led up until then, he complains to God: "Just when I finally became accustomed to things, Lord, you tak

away what little I have."  In desperation, he locks himself into the cocoon and awaits the end.  Some days later, he finds that he has been transformed into a beautiful butterfly.  He is able to fly to the sky, and he is greatly admired.  He is surprised at the meaning of life and at God's designs

paulo cohelo : maktub

 "Maktub" means "It is written."  The Arabs feel that "It is written" is not really a good translation, because, although everything is already written, God is compassionate, and wrote it all down just to help us.     The wanderer is in New York.  He has overslept an appointment, and when he leaves his hotel, he finds that his car has been towed by the police.  He arrives late for his appointment, the luncheon lasts longer than necessary, and he is thinking about the fine he will have to pay.  It will cost a fortune.    Suddenly, he remembers the dollar bill he found in the street the day before.  He sees some kind of weird relationship between the dollar bill and what happened to him that morning.  "Who knows, perhaps I found that money before the person who was supposed to find it had the chance?  Maybe I removed that dollar bill from the path of someone who really needed it.  Who knows but what I interfered with what was written?" He feels the need to rid himself of the dollar bill, and at that moment sees a beggar sitting on the sidewalk.  He quickly hands him the bill, and feels that he has restored a kind of equilibrium to things.     "Just a minute," says the beggar.  "I'm not looking for a handout.  I'm a poet, and I want to read you a poem in return."     "Well, make it a short one, because I'm in a hurry," says the wanderer.    The beggar says, "If you are still living, it's because you have not yet arrived at the place you should be."