Author: سعدي
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 282
Book Description
The Gulistan (Rose Garden)
The Gulistan
Author: Sadi
Publisher: Phoemixx Classics Ebooks
ISBN: 3986477098
Category : Juvenile Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 173
Book Description
The Gulistan Sadi - The Gulistan (The Rose Garden) is a landmark of Persian literature. Written in 1258 CE, it is one of two major works of the Persian poet Sa'di. It is a collection of poems and stories and contains the well-known aphorism about being sad because one has no shoes until one meets the man who has no feet.
Publisher: Phoemixx Classics Ebooks
ISBN: 3986477098
Category : Juvenile Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 173
Book Description
The Gulistan Sadi - The Gulistan (The Rose Garden) is a landmark of Persian literature. Written in 1258 CE, it is one of two major works of the Persian poet Sa'di. It is a collection of poems and stories and contains the well-known aphorism about being sad because one has no shoes until one meets the man who has no feet.
The Gulistan
Author: Saʻdī
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 492
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 492
Book Description
Selections from Saadi's Gulistan
Author:
Publisher: Alhoda UK
ISBN: 9781592670376
Category : Persian literature
Languages : en
Pages : 202
Book Description
Publisher: Alhoda UK
ISBN: 9781592670376
Category : Persian literature
Languages : en
Pages : 202
Book Description
“The” Gulistan
Author: Saʿdī
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Persian literature
Languages : en
Pages : 420
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Persian literature
Languages : en
Pages : 420
Book Description
Gülistan
Author: Zakiah Sayeed
Publisher: AuthorHouse
ISBN: 1728303133
Category : Poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 175
Book Description
This is an autobiographical and fictional collection of poems and narratives exploring my distinctly Indian perspective, welcoming readers to a world of raw beauty, true emotion, and sometimes painful reality. Life is an individual journey—taken collectively, so I fantasize . . . a lot! The baring of these personal truths, the sharing of our encounters and the nature of our viewpoint, however, is what creates a sense of community and shared experience that fulfills us in ways we cannot replicate alone. It is the paradox of being human: our aloneness and togetherness at once integral to whom we are. For me, baring my soul to the world, releasing these intensely personal thoughts and feelings, is a freeing experience. Within these pages are solace and inspiration, happiness and sorrow, and a warm feeling of connection and shared understanding. Free verse poetry and flash fiction, it relies on a stream of consciousness and (hopefully) ethereal connection cascading into awareness rather than preconceived rhythm and rhyme. I have tried to artfully craft poetry and prose of myself and my homeland and have tried to bring smiles with the conversations of grandchildren on these pages. I am hoping that my words portray my emotions with resonance and beauty and with fearless honesty. Here are a couple of my poems to tease your fantasy with. Apoptosis My grandmother always said Winning is not the end all and be all~ By winning, we sanctioned avarice. We need to learn and be wise Wisdom lasts and lasts. But we gain wisdom by losing And by yielding, we become the sky! But what of dying? The deaths I have known Of people known and unknown Of loves that were here and gone All in split seconds. And soon anything means everything What is left of dying? A heartache? A wail that tears the sky? A sob that echoes through the night? The shell of a body loved and lost? Each cell shriveled and disintegrated? Such games a human gets to play All in the name of fate! (Apoptosis is defined in medical lingo as “death of cells.”) Cabin Fever I turn to poetry in times of sadness, darkness, loneliness, and many other times. It is delusional really to be so into my moods that I have to write poetry. Most of my poems are love poems. They don’t rhyme, there is no name for them, and I do not follow any rules. I just write whatever comes to mind. Telling me to write a certain type of poetry literally chokes me. If you had my eyes you would see this river going south, feeling the sky at its horizon and holding the wind on its breast If you had my eyes you would see it hiding behind the little hills you would see the flowers lower their gaze along the bends of our dreamlands If you had my ears you would hear the hush of dawn the turtle doves on the windowsill the cicadas buzzing and the sound of water lapping on the riverbank If you had my heart you would come to me breathe my breath and know the fragrance of jasmine in my hair If you had my heart you would not leave me alone here but take me outside and sing our songs and talk to me about our love And if you had my heart you would let your thoughts surrender to the rush of the river, the road, a piece of sky anything~ to get me out of here, my love! —Zakiah Sayeed
Publisher: AuthorHouse
ISBN: 1728303133
Category : Poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 175
Book Description
This is an autobiographical and fictional collection of poems and narratives exploring my distinctly Indian perspective, welcoming readers to a world of raw beauty, true emotion, and sometimes painful reality. Life is an individual journey—taken collectively, so I fantasize . . . a lot! The baring of these personal truths, the sharing of our encounters and the nature of our viewpoint, however, is what creates a sense of community and shared experience that fulfills us in ways we cannot replicate alone. It is the paradox of being human: our aloneness and togetherness at once integral to whom we are. For me, baring my soul to the world, releasing these intensely personal thoughts and feelings, is a freeing experience. Within these pages are solace and inspiration, happiness and sorrow, and a warm feeling of connection and shared understanding. Free verse poetry and flash fiction, it relies on a stream of consciousness and (hopefully) ethereal connection cascading into awareness rather than preconceived rhythm and rhyme. I have tried to artfully craft poetry and prose of myself and my homeland and have tried to bring smiles with the conversations of grandchildren on these pages. I am hoping that my words portray my emotions with resonance and beauty and with fearless honesty. Here are a couple of my poems to tease your fantasy with. Apoptosis My grandmother always said Winning is not the end all and be all~ By winning, we sanctioned avarice. We need to learn and be wise Wisdom lasts and lasts. But we gain wisdom by losing And by yielding, we become the sky! But what of dying? The deaths I have known Of people known and unknown Of loves that were here and gone All in split seconds. And soon anything means everything What is left of dying? A heartache? A wail that tears the sky? A sob that echoes through the night? The shell of a body loved and lost? Each cell shriveled and disintegrated? Such games a human gets to play All in the name of fate! (Apoptosis is defined in medical lingo as “death of cells.”) Cabin Fever I turn to poetry in times of sadness, darkness, loneliness, and many other times. It is delusional really to be so into my moods that I have to write poetry. Most of my poems are love poems. They don’t rhyme, there is no name for them, and I do not follow any rules. I just write whatever comes to mind. Telling me to write a certain type of poetry literally chokes me. If you had my eyes you would see this river going south, feeling the sky at its horizon and holding the wind on its breast If you had my eyes you would see it hiding behind the little hills you would see the flowers lower their gaze along the bends of our dreamlands If you had my ears you would hear the hush of dawn the turtle doves on the windowsill the cicadas buzzing and the sound of water lapping on the riverbank If you had my heart you would come to me breathe my breath and know the fragrance of jasmine in my hair If you had my heart you would not leave me alone here but take me outside and sing our songs and talk to me about our love And if you had my heart you would let your thoughts surrender to the rush of the river, the road, a piece of sky anything~ to get me out of here, my love! —Zakiah Sayeed
The Gulistan of Sadi
Author: John Platts
Publisher: BoD – Books on Demand
ISBN: 3368120824
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 341
Book Description
Reprint of the original, first published in 1871.
Publisher: BoD – Books on Demand
ISBN: 3368120824
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 341
Book Description
Reprint of the original, first published in 1871.
The Gulistan Or Rose Garden of Sa'di
Author: Muslih-uddin Sa'di
Publisher: Lulu.com
ISBN: 055720027X
Category : Poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 266
Book Description
The Gulistan is among the most famous works of Persian literature by one of Persia's greatest poets, Muslih-uddin Sa'di Shirazi. Born in Shiraz sometime between 1184 and 1210 CE, Sa'di received his education in Baghdad and spent several decades in travel and pilgrimage. In 1256, Sa'di returned to Shiraz. He wrote the Gulistan in 1258, the same year that the Mongols sacked Baghdad.The Gulistan or Rose Garden of Sa'di, intended as a 'mirror for princes,' includes prose didactic tales interspersed with short verses. The book is divided into eight parts: The Manners of Kings, The Morals of Dervishes, The Excellence of Contentment, The Advantages of Silence, Love and Youth, Weakness and Old Age, The Effects of Education, and Rules for Conduct in Life.This classic translation by Edward Rehatsek has been edited and updated with a new introduction by David Rosenbaum.
Publisher: Lulu.com
ISBN: 055720027X
Category : Poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 266
Book Description
The Gulistan is among the most famous works of Persian literature by one of Persia's greatest poets, Muslih-uddin Sa'di Shirazi. Born in Shiraz sometime between 1184 and 1210 CE, Sa'di received his education in Baghdad and spent several decades in travel and pilgrimage. In 1256, Sa'di returned to Shiraz. He wrote the Gulistan in 1258, the same year that the Mongols sacked Baghdad.The Gulistan or Rose Garden of Sa'di, intended as a 'mirror for princes,' includes prose didactic tales interspersed with short verses. The book is divided into eight parts: The Manners of Kings, The Morals of Dervishes, The Excellence of Contentment, The Advantages of Silence, Love and Youth, Weakness and Old Age, The Effects of Education, and Rules for Conduct in Life.This classic translation by Edward Rehatsek has been edited and updated with a new introduction by David Rosenbaum.
Gulistan
Author: Sa'adi Shirazi
Publisher:
ISBN: 9781520719825
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 144
Book Description
The Gulistan is a landmark of Persian and Shia Islamic Irfan/Sufi literature, perhaps its single most influential work of prose. Written in 1259 CE, it is one of two major works of the Persian poet Sa'di, considered one of the greatest medieval Persian poets. It is also one of his most popular books, and has proved deeply influential in the West as well as the East. The Gulistan is a collection of poems and stories, just as a rose-garden is a collection of roses. It is widely quoted as a source of wisdom and esoterics. The well-known aphorism still frequently repeated in the western world, about being sad because one has no shoes until one meets the man who has no feet "whereupon I thanked Providence for its bounty to myself" is from the Gulistan.
Publisher:
ISBN: 9781520719825
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 144
Book Description
The Gulistan is a landmark of Persian and Shia Islamic Irfan/Sufi literature, perhaps its single most influential work of prose. Written in 1259 CE, it is one of two major works of the Persian poet Sa'di, considered one of the greatest medieval Persian poets. It is also one of his most popular books, and has proved deeply influential in the West as well as the East. The Gulistan is a collection of poems and stories, just as a rose-garden is a collection of roses. It is widely quoted as a source of wisdom and esoterics. The well-known aphorism still frequently repeated in the western world, about being sad because one has no shoes until one meets the man who has no feet "whereupon I thanked Providence for its bounty to myself" is from the Gulistan.
The Gulistan of Sa'di
Author: Sheikh Muslih-Uddin Sa'di Shirazi
Publisher: Cosimo, Inc.
ISBN: 1602064407
Category : Poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 241
Book Description
More than 700 years after his death, Sa̕ di's ruminations on leadership, materialism, and the virtures of silence live on in this classic work--Cover p. 4.
Publisher: Cosimo, Inc.
ISBN: 1602064407
Category : Poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 241
Book Description
More than 700 years after his death, Sa̕ di's ruminations on leadership, materialism, and the virtures of silence live on in this classic work--Cover p. 4.