Reflection - Bemanian

Reflection

باز دیدار به دیدار تو با خود کردم

ناله ها زمزمه در قبله حاجت کردم

Searching within, incisive, heedful, vigilant, and

attentive, reaching to you by clasping to your

reflection, replication, and manifestation

within my heart.

Murmurings, purring, whisperings, and

mutterings all to revive and recuperate the

incurred lows and blows although spontaneous

and transient, revering and responding to the

glimmer and gleam emanated from the essence

of my desire, and the alluding depth of my

demand and yearning.

تا که انگار بر آن طلعت و اختر کردم

قامت قدس جهان را به خود ابتر کردم

Searching within my desires and dreams of

depicting your spirit, presence, and attendance.

Though the perceived portrayal inadvertently was

imprecise and blurred, yielding and succumbing to

the stars, icons, and idols of deterrence,

preemption, and preclusion.

Or, searching within the premises and

presumptions not discerning and distinguishing

the aptitudes, promises, and attributes ceaselessly

unveiled and preferred by the vastness and

immensity of the celestial cosmos.

باز جورم طلبی بود که از سر گیرم

خود ندانیم گرش خیمه به کوثر کردم

Still, the sheer demand and the thirst of seeking

your gesture, and the apprehended gradual

intimation perpetually peaked the reverberation

of your songs, your chant of continuation; the

chorus of culmination.

Not to realize, recognize, and apprehend my

inherent intuition and dexterity, to become an

inhabitant of the plateaus filled with crystal clear

streams, the place to position my soul-searching

tent, to remain within your sacredness.

وه چو بیدار بر این وادی گلگون گردم

خار دل همدم گل جمله یکی پر کردم

Merely if, the immense bouquet of flowers

spread at any spot within the spectacle of the

heart are cherry picked, varnished, and glanced at.

The awakening glimpse, capable of enlightening the

path, to fortify and reinforce the covet of

reaching you.

The flower stem thorns, the spikes covering

corridor spots spared the attention, awareness,

and devotion away from the blossoms of blessings

and consecrations, neglecting and averting the

instances of flourish and content, to rather

disperse and disband the bouquets.

خار و خاشاک به سنبل غزل عشق دهند

دیده را باز چو رویای تو در سر کردم

The soil and dirt are the messengers and

revealers of love songs to lavender flowers,

whispering the joy, elation, and charm of elevation

and reach.

The dream of you capturing, seizing, and annexing

my thoughts, deliberations, and essence has

sparked my heart to hear the echo of soil and

dirt whispers, immersed in their magnificence,

delights, and dedications.

مست از آن نور وجودت به تمنای خیال

کوکب بخت در این باده چه بیعت کردم

شعر از: علیرضا بمانیان

Inebriated by the glimpse of your presence and

attendance entrenched within my soul, by vibrant

pondering and reflection on my aspirations, desires,

and dreams.

The destiny, fortune, and fate is striking, pointing

towards the guiding stars glimmering the skies,

revering the intimacy, and proclaiming the pledge

of content and fulfilment.