Fatigue - Bemanian

Fatigue

گفته بودیم دگر آه ز رخساره رعنا نکنیم

کعبه دل نزدائیم نمایَش به تمنا نکنیم

Gradually selected not to sigh, moan,

or groan to seek for the moment to

glance at you, to feel your grace and

presence. To impede to be relentlessly

in pursuit of your grasp, perception, and

comprehension. Selected not to clear

the crux of my heart, not to purify my

characters, preferred not to shimmer

my soul, and decided not to cleanse my

essence.

Not to be vigilant and observant in your

search and pursuit, not to be demanding,

insistent, and arduous to capture your

presence and its inherent instigating,

inciting, and inspiring instances.

حالت خویش به چرخاب خطا باز دهیم

عاشق سوخته جان مرهم و درمان نکنیم

Selected to abandon my pursuit, quest,

and expedition, to surrender and submit

my state of consciousness, subsistence

grandeur, the rapture of enduring, the

epitome of living, to the whirling and

twirling specious spurious spin.

Selected not to be attentive to the tribute,

an accolade accounted for while the burning

desire of your adoration, adulation, and

exhilaration is prodigious and copious, and

while all are dashing and zooming to

exultingly capture my core. Not to mend

and cure my seared and scorched heart.

بی خبر گشته از این خسته وجود در بند

غایت دل به تفعل غم فردا نکنیم

Selected to be arrogant, contemptuous,

and condescending. To remain unaware,

unacquainted, and unaccustomed to pace

the conquering passageways, fearing the

interim detriments endured along the path.

To abandon the adoring and astounding

encomium of breathing and bustling, to

discard and to remain inattentive to my

cognizant grappling conscious.

Oh, submitting, offering, and propounding

the heart’s extreme desires and aspirations

to sprout and spread insouciantly, leave it to

align and affiliate with the wheels of fortune

and affluence. No apprehension and

trepidation, not to be heedful to decisive

schemes and dispositions, or a purposeful

prospect. Otherwise, all within the clench of

my imagination and inspirations.

ناگه از نقش نگارش چو بگشتم بیرون

خانه تاریک و نفس رهرو جانان نکنیم

Have abandoned the quest and pursuit,

no consternation or bewilderment to evolve

and extrapolate the essence of my existence.

Nor to glance, spot, observe, and perceive

your presence and signature, as sudden as

they were ensued and transpired.

Now, my corner, the shelter, the sanctuary befell

dark and murky. My breath, the inhalation of

your fragrance, scent, and aroma were sensed

and felt not caressing me as constant, a prelude

to the bareness, sparseness, and an urge of

futility embarked, sneaking and slipping into

my ambiance and disposition.

خانه خالی نتوان کرد چو محراب نگار

سایه بر کوی، که تصویر نمایَش نکنیم

The solitude and seclusion pondering my

inevitable and inexorable reflections and

contemplations, nevertheless prevailed to

instigate sudden instantaneous glimmers

and glimpses of the intimacy, imminence,

and attachment.

Your shadow, your silhouette lingers over

my proximity, vicinity, and locality. Although

it is the disdained disparaged, and dilution

which prevents the explicit depiction of

your portray. It is the obliviousness and

shallow spectacle thwarting to glimpse

scrupulously in quest and rifle of the

heart.

گرشدم محو به دیدار نمایی از دوست

ساحت یار نمایان چو رهایش نکنیم

Getting immersed and gazed at your traits

and persona, the guise and semblance,

the mesmerizing, captivating, and alluring

perception to discern your omnipresence,

your contiguity.

Then, the horizons restraining the stretch

of my expectancies, anticipations, and

prospects commence to capitulate. Yes,

to succumb to your boundless universe.

The instance the horizons dynamics,

vibrancies, and vivacities pilot a platform

to glide the mind beyond and above

the cosmos.

کرده ها پر خلل آشفتگی کسب نیاز

دیده را باز، چو خاموشِ خیالش نکنیم

Disturbances, tribulations, commotions,

and ordeals confronted and combatted

were emerged unintuitively, while molded

in combination to comprise the journey’s

junctures.

Raising the conscience, vigilance, and

attentiveness, to befit engrossed and

enthralled, to admonish the perceptions,

views, assessments and the orbits of

traverse, the scope, the compasses are

the means, intrinsic but transient,

transitory, and brief. Then avoid

consenting or harmonizing to

accede their dominance.

کوی و برزن همه را نور رخت پوشیده

تا بدست آمده را واهی غفلت نکنیم

شعر از: علیرضا بمانیان

The alleys, passageways, vicinities are all

reflectors and reverberators of your rays

of life, verve, and vivacity. The mysteries,

enigmas, and riddles to be absorbed,

grasped, and gripped. This is when

immensely and colossally my single

desire of seeking your acquiescence is

scorching my soul.

The virtues, harbingers, and heralds

protuberant of purpose, perseverance, and

diligence, warrant extreme alertness and

attentiveness. This is when the path is

paved, the route is revered, the conscious

is clear, and the elevation is soared

brazenly. The blatant attainment of

my pondering dream, reaching you.