Shirin and Farad – An ancient persian love story

There is a place I know, high up in the mountains of Kurdistan. Where the crow roams freely and the snow finally meets the sun. Where you can fall wild like a mountain and run with a stone in your hand. This is where our story sleeps.
There was a brave man called Farhad, who loved a Princess named Shirin, but the Princess did not love him. Farhad tried in cain to gain access to the love-cell of Shirin’s heart, but no one would dare betray the fact that a stonecutter loved a lady of royal blood. Farhad, in despair, would go to the mountains and spend his days without food, playing his flute sweet music in praise of Shirin. At last people thought to devise a plan to acquaint the Princess of the stone-cutter’s love. She saw him once, and love which lived in his bosom also began to breathe in hers. But she dared not a mean laborer aspire to win the hand of a princess? It was not long, however, before the Shah himself heard the rumors of this extraordinary exchange of sentiment. He was naturally indignant at the discovery, but as he had no child other than Shirin, and Shirin was also pining away with love, he proposed to his daughter that her lover, being of common birth, must accomplish a task such as no man may be able to do, and then, and only then, might he be recommended to his favor.

The task which he skillfully suggested was that Shirin should ask her lover to dig a canal in the rocky land among the hills. The canal must be six lances in width and three lances deep and forty miles long!
The Princess had to convey her father’s decision to Farhad, who forthwith shouldered his spade and started off to the hills to commence the gigantic task. He worked hard and broke the stones for years. He would start his work early in the morning when it was yet dark and never ceased from his labor till, owing to darkness, no man could see one yard on each side. Shirin secretly visited him and watched the hard working Farhad sleeping with his taysha (spade) under his head, his body stretched on the bed of stones. She noticed, with all the pride of a lover, that he cut her figure in the rocks at each six yards and she would sigh and return without him knowing.
Farhad worked for years and cut his canal; all was in readiness but his task was not yet finished, for he had to dig a well in the rocky beds of the mountains. He was half- way through, and would probably have completed it, when the Shah consulted his courtiers and sought their advice. His artifice had failed. Farhad had not perished in the attempt, and if all the conditions were in the attempt, and if all the conditions were in the attempt, and if all the conditions were fulfilled as they promised to be soon, his daughter must go to him in marriage. The Viziers suggested that an old woman should be sent to Farhad to tell him that Shirin was dead; then, perhaps, Farhad would become heart broken and leave off the work.
It was an ignoble trick, but it promised success and the Shah agreed to try it. So an old woman went to Farhad and wept and cried till words choked her; the stone-cutter asked her the cause of her bereavement.
“I weep for a deceased,” she said, “and for you.” “For a deceased and for me?” asked the surprised Farhad. “And how do you explain it?”
“Well, my brave man,” said the pretender sobbingly, “you have worked so well, and for such a long time, too, but you have labored in vain, for the object of you devotion is dead!”
“What!” cried the bewildered man, “Shinin is dead?”
Such was his grief that he cut his head with the sharp taysha (spade) and died under the carved streamed into his canal was his own blood. When Shirin heard this she fled in great sorrow to the mountains where lay her wronged lover; it is said that she inflicted a wound in her own head at the precise spot where Farhad had struck himself, and with the same sharp edge of the spade which was stained with her lover’s gore. No water ever flowed into the canal, but the two lovers were entombed in one and the same grave.

“There’s a place where now the two lovers sleep. Side by side. Shirin and her Farhad. That place is very high up in the mountains of Kurdistan. And can only be reached when the snow comes washing down in spring. And stains blood red the cheeks of maidens. If you want to meet the two of them, you will have to ask the crow to take you there.”

This writing is dedicated to all those whose hearts have been struck by love and to the one and only star in the sky of my heart….‘All else disappears when the thought of the beloved occupies the mind of the lover.’

Close to you

Just the touch of your skin

Makes me tremble and I feel that you

Melt me in when you want me

When in your arms I lay

Just you

 

And with my eyes closed

With sunlight in my eyes

I feel you

When I whisper I would betray me

I couldn’t even if I would

To lie

 

Chorus

 

Nothing is as close

As you

I feel you, even in my dreams

And I wake up crying

 

You envelop me with your look

And I feel you

I feel the warmth within us

And the love I can’t

Deny

 

No dream, no thought

Would make me believe

That you

Would want to see tears

Falling on my cheeks

No, no

 

I can’t breath anymore

You really took my heart (took my heart)

I don’t want to live it no more

I don’t want to review it (don’ want to review it)

BREATH EASILY

“It’s late at night, through headlamps and the noises of the city,

My whole being falls silent,

I can only hear you whisper,

And I can see you smile,

The one and only way that only you do…

You await my kiss that never comes,

But tonight, oh tonight, the music you put on,

The shining ametysts call for grace,

Because they know the truth and speak it all the way,

I brought you a gift that matches your soul,

And make your eyes shine.

It will be the last of me….

And I await for yo now….

Would you hear the deafening call of the hazel depths

Could they be calling for the longing of your touch?

Kiss, skin, whim, paradise at each sunrise,

In our skins’ embrace, seduced by our fragrances…..?

My paradise lost,

My trembling candle in the wind,

My soul vibration, my heart’s temptation,

I’ll be awaiting you….here inside my heart.

It’s your heart’s beating, your soul’s rapture, your being’s disclosure.

Your heart’s desire….devotion, emotion, vibration.”

L.V.