Slowly the twilight lowered its curtain over earth,
cloud-margins bordered, patched and yoked with threads of gold and silver.
Mirrored in the bowers of sunset, tiny lake-images of ruby and pools of emerald faded,
and a gloomy morose melancholy settled …
POEMS (1918)
Language
For us Turkish is a beautiful tongue,
Another tongue, is like night to us.
Istanbul speech is
The purest, most refined for us.
In language the word everyone knows
Is considered genuine
The word whose …
With pure virtue’s hand I guard the might of my hijāb
and with faultless self-shielding, among my peers I rise
With my thoughts taking fire and my gift for sharp critique
I have brought my poet’s skills to new and …
[From Hazin’s days of study as a young man]
During those days [in Isfahan], of all the strange occurrences and events, there was the passion for a beauty [with such] manner of beautiful qualities, that my heart became maddened.
You …
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