Sonnet 60
"Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand."
Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
Story of Ma'shuq of Tus, the dog and the horseman
Maşûk-ı Tûsî'nin bir öyküsü
‘Ma'shuq of Tus was walking out along a road one noontide like one beside himself.
A dog came towards him on that road and in his forgetfulness he all at once threw a stone at it.
He beheld in the distance a horseman clad in green coming up behind him, his face all light.
He struck him hard with a whip and said to him: “Have a care now, foolish one, have a care!
Dost thou know whom thou art throwing a stone at or that thou art by origin of the same nature as he?
Art not thou and he of one mould ? Why dost thou consider him inferior to thyself?” —
Since the dog is not apart from the mould of Omnipotence, it is not lawful for thee to exalt thyself above a dog.
Dogs are concealed behind the curtain, friend. See whether thy kernel is purer than this shell.
For although the appearance of the dog is unattractive, yet in him are qualities that ensure him a high position.
The dog is in possession of many secrets, but his outward appearance belies this.'
- John Andrew Boyle
Mehmet Emin Alperen Kılıç
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·Meger Ma'şûk-ı Tûsî germgâhî
Olup bî-hûş tutup giderdi râhı
Öŋine geldi bir seg nâ-gehânî
Urur bir seng ile eyler figânı
Gelür ol dem bir atlu heybet ile
Libâsı sebz ü cismi kuvvet ile
Gelüp bir tâziyâne urdı yek bâr
Didi hey hey n'içün olduŋ dil-âzâr
Ne bildüŋ kime urduŋ işbu sengi
N'içün aŋlamaduŋ hem asl-ı rengi
Ki bir ma'dinden olmışuzdur îcâd
Ki bir şeh kullarısız olma bî-dâd
Hudânuŋ sırrı vardur segde mestûr
Hakâret çeşmini ko olma mesbûr
Keremler irgür ol şâh-ı hatîre
Hakâret birle bakmasun hakîre
Sayfa 339 - TDV Yayınları, 1. Baskı, Şubat 2010, Ankara, Hikâyet-i Ma'şûk-ı Tûsî, 1191-1198. beyitler
Song
I SAW thee on thy bridal day
When a burning blush came o'er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
The world all love before thee :
And in thine eye a kindling light
(Whatever it might be)
Was all on Earth my aching sight
Of loveliness could see.
That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame
As such it well may pass
Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame
In the breast of him, alas !
Who saw thee on that bridal day,
When that deep blush would come o er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
The world all love before thee.
Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe
John Keats My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thy happiness,—-
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
I know thee not old man
For thee were something altogether different
Thy hints of old age on your face
Elderliness haunts and thy bliss is hindered
I know thee not old man
Thee used to be delighted
Thy vivacity is decapitated
The course of time is truculent
I know thee not old man
Thee used to find merriness in particularment
What is more incongruous
Surceasing or not knowing appreciation?
I know thee not old man
Hast thou been weary of ardent ways?
Hast thou not found divine light rays?
Hast thou not seen that elysian human face?