THE WET PETAL

Oh the hoori’s face that have been made a wet petal, Why your heart has been made of hard granite?

THE SANCTUM OF THE INTOXICATED

In the dervish’s circle no purity we saw, Within the monastery from Him no sound we heard.

THE SLEEPING HEART

Your eyes where? The illuminating the world sun where? The beloved’s face remembering where, the sleeping heart where?

THE CUP OF ANNIHILATION

THE NIGHTINGALE’S MESSAGE

The spring breeze kissed coyly the grass' lips, The jonquil whispered to the corn-copy hundred mysteries.

Imam Khomeini’s poetry recited and discussed on sidelines of Quranic exhibition

A gathering of intellectuals, poets, artists, university and seminary professors have been held to discuss various perspectives of Imam Khomeini’s poetry.

Of love and longing : a study of Ayatollah Khomeini's mystical poetry and its reception in Iran and ...

DESCRIPTION OF DISHEVELED

I want pain, cure I don’t want, I want sorrow, song I don’t want.