‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ )ﺍﻟﻒ‪-‬ﺑﺎﻣﺪﺍﺩ(‬

‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺁﻏﺎﺯ‬
‫ﺑﻲﮔﺎﻫﺎﻥ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﻏﺮﺑﺖ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﺯﻣﺎﻧﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺩﺭﻧﺮﺳﻴﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ‪-‬‬

‫ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺯﺍﺩﻩ ﺷﺪﻡ ﺩﺭ ﺑﻴﺸﻪﻱ ِ ﺟﺎﻧﻮﺭﺍﻥ ﻭ ﺳﻨﮓ‪،‬‬

‫ﻭ ﻗﻠﺐﺍﻡ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺧﻼ‬
‫ﺗﭙﻴﺪﻥ ﺁﻏﺎﺯ ﮐﺮﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﮔﻬﻮﺍﺭﻩﻱ ِ ﺗﮑﺮﺍﺭ ﺭﺍ ﺗﺮﮎ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‬

‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺮﺯﻣﻴﻨﻲ ﺑﻲﭘﺮﻧﺪﻩ ﻭ ﺑﻲﺑﻬﺎﺭ‪.‬‬

‫ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﺳﻔﺮﻡ ﺑﺎﺯﺁﻣﺪﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺍﺯ ﭼﺸﻢﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻓﺮﺳﺎﻱ ِ ﻣﺎﺳﻪ ﻭ‬

‫ﺧﺎﺭ‪،‬‬
‫ﺑﻲﺁﻥﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﻗﺪﻡﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻧﺎﺁﺯﻣﻮﺩﻩﻱ ِ ﻧﻮﭘﺎﺋﻲﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺑﻪ ﺭﺍﻫﻲ‬
‫ﺩﻭﺭ ﺭﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﺎﺷﻢ‪.‬‬

‫ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﺳﻔﺮﻡ‬
‫ﺑﺎﺯﺁﻣﺪﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﺩﻭﺭﺩﺳﺖ‬
‫ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻱ ﻧﻤﻲﺁﻣﻮﺧﺖ‪.‬‬
‫ﻟﺮﺯﺍﻥ‬
‫ﺑﺮ ﭘﺎﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻧﻮ ﺭﺍﻩ‬
‫ﺭﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻓﻖ ِ ﺳﻮﺯﺍﻥ ﺍﻳﺴﺘﺎﺩﻡ‪.‬‬
‫ﺩﺭﻳﺎﻓﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺸﺎﺭﺗﻲ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‬
‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺮﺍﺑﻲ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺩﻭﺭﺩﺳﺖ ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻱ ﻧﻤﻲﺁﻣﻮﺧﺖ‪.‬‬

‫ﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺸﺎﺭﺗﻲ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪:‬‬
‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﺑﻲﮐﺮﺍﻧﻪ‬
‫ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻧﻲ ﭼﻨﺪﺍﻥ ﻋﻈﻴﻢ ﺑﻮﺩ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺭﻭﺡ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺷﺮﻡ ِ ﻧﺎﺗﻮﺍﻧﻲ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺍﺷﮏ‬
‫ﭘﻨﻬﺎﻥ ﻣﻲﺷﺪ‪.‬‬
‫ﻓﺮﻭﺭﺩﻳﻦ ِ ‪١٣۴٠‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺷﺒﺎﻧﻪ‬
‫ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ِ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﻴﺪﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻫﻤﻴﺸﻪ‬
‫ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲﻱ ِ ﺗﻮ‬
‫ﻟﻨﮕﺮﻱﺳﺖ ‪-‬‬
‫ﺧﻮﺭﺷﻴﺪﻱ ﮐﻪ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺳﭙﻴﺪﻩﺩﻡ ِ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﮔﺎﻥ‬
‫ﺑﻲﻧﻴﺎﺯﻡ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﻧﮕﺎﻩﺍﺕ‬
‫ﺷﮑﺴﺖ ِ ﺳﺘﻢﮔﺮﻱﺳﺖ ‪-‬‬
‫ﻧﮕﺎﻫﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻋﺮﻳﺎﻧﻲﻱ ِ ﺭﻭﺡ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﻣِﻬﺮ‬
‫ﺟﺎﻣﻪﺋﻲ ﮐﺮﺩ‬
‫ﺑﺪﺍﻥﺳﺎﻥ ﮐﻪ ﮐﻨﻮﻥﺍﻡ‬
‫ﺷﺐ ِ ﺑﻲﺭﻭﺯﻥ ِ ﻫﺮﮔﺰ‬
‫ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﻧﻤﺎﻳﺪ ﮐﻪ ﮐﻨﺎﻳﺘﻲ ﻃﻨﺰﺁﻟﻮﺩ ﺑﻮﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬

‫ﻭ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥﺍﺕ ﺑﺎ ﻣﻦ ﮔﻔﺘﻨﺪ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﻓﺮﺩﺍ‬
‫ﺭﻭﺯ ِ ﺩﻳﮕﺮﻱﺳﺖ ‪-‬‬

‫ﺁﻧﮏ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻧﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺧﻤﻴﺮْﻣﺎﻳﻪﻱ ِ ﻣِﻬﺮ ﺍﺳﺖ!‬

‫ﻭﻳﻨﮏ ﻣِﻬﺮ ِ ﺗﻮ‪:‬‬
‫ﻧﺒﺮﺩْﺍﻓﺰﺍﺭﻱ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﺑﺎ ﺗﻘﺪﻳﺮ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﭘﻨﺠﻪ ﺩﺭ ﭘﻨﺠﻪ ﮐﻨﻢ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺏ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﻓﺮﺍﺳﻮﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺍﻓﻖ ﭘﻨﺪﺍﺷﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪.‬‬

‫ﺑﻪ ﺟﺰ ﻋﺰﻳﻤﺖ ِ ﻧﺎ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻨﮕﺎﻡﺍﻡ ﮔﺰﻳﺮﻱ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‬
‫ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺷﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪.‬‬

‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﻓﺴﺦ ِ ﻋﺰﻳﻤﺖ ِ ﺟﺎﻭﺩﺍﻧﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ِ ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺏﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻫﻤﻴﺸﻪ‬

‫ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲﻱ ِ ﺗﻮ‬
‫ﻟﻨﮕﺮﻱﺳﺖ ‪-‬‬
‫ﻧﮕﺎﻩﺍﺕ‬
‫ﺷﮑﺴﺖ ِ ﺳﺘﻢﮔﺮﻱﺳﺖ ‪-‬‬
‫ﻭ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥﺍﺕ ﺑﺎ ﻣﻦ ﮔﻔﺘﻨﺪ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﻓﺮﺩﺍ‬
‫ﺭﻭﺯ ِ ﺩﻳﮕﺮﻱﺳﺖ‪.‬‬
‫ﺷﻬﺮﻳﻮﺭ ‪١٣۴١‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺗﻮ‪ ،‬ﺩﺭﺧﺖ ﻭ ﺑﺎﺭﻭﻥ ‪...‬‬

‫ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎﻫﺎﺭﻡ ﺗﻮ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ‬
‫ﻣﻦ ﺯﻣﻴﻦﺍﻡ ﺗﻮ ﺩﺭﺧﺖ‬
‫ﻣﻦ ﺩﺭﺧﺖﺍﻡ ﺗﻮ ﺑﺎﻫﺎﺭ ‪-‬‬
‫ﻧﺎﺯ ِ ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﺎﻱ ِ ﺑﺎﺭﻭﻥ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺑﺎﻍﺍﻡ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻪ‬
‫ﻣﻴﻮﻥ ِ ﺟﻨﮕﻼ ﺗﺎﻕﺍﻡ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺗﻮ ﺑﺰﺭﮔﻲ ﻣﺚ ِ ﺷﺐ‪.‬‬

‫ﺍﮔﻪ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺏ ﺑﺎﺷﻪ ﻳﺎ ﻧﻪ‬
‫ﺗﻮ ﺑﺰﺭﮔﻲ‬
‫ﻣﺚ ِ ﺷﺐ‪.‬‬

‫ﺧﻮﺩ ِ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺑﻲ ﺗﻮ ﺍﺻﻼً‪ ،‬ﺧﻮﺩ ِ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺑﻲ ﺗﻮ‪.‬‬

‫ﺗﺎﺯﻩ‪ ،‬ﻭﻗﺘﻲ ﺑﺮﻩ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺏ ﻭ‬
‫ﻫﻨﻮﺯ‬
‫ﺷﺐ ِ ﺗﻨﻬﺎ‬
‫ﺑﺎﻳﺪ‬
‫ﺭﺍﻩ ِ ﺩﻭﺭﻱﺭﻭ ﺑﺮﻩ ﺗﺎ ﺩَﻡ ِ ﺩﺭﻭﺍﺯﻩﻱ ِ ﺭﻭﺯ ‪-‬‬
‫ﻣﺚ ِ ﺷﺐ ﮔﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺑﺰﺭﮔﻲ‬
‫ﻣﺚ ِ ﺷﺐ‪.‬‬

‫ﺗﺎﺯﻩ‪ ،‬ﺭﻭﺯﻡ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻴﺎﺩ‬

‫ﺗﻮ ﺗﻤﻴﺰﻱ‬
‫ﻣﺚ ِ ﺷﺐﻧﻢ‬
‫ﻣﺚ ِ ﺻﺒﺢ‪.‬‬

‫ﺗﻮ ﻣﺚ ِ ﻣﺨﻤﻞ ِ ﺍﺑﺮﻱ‬

‫ﻣﺚ ِ ﺑﻮﻱ ِ ﻋﻠﻔﻲ‬
‫ﻣﺚ ِ ﺍﻭﻥ ﻣﻠﻤﻞ ِ ﻣﻪ ﻧﺎﺯﮐﻲ‪:‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺍﻭﻥ ﻣﻠﻤﻞ ِ ﻣﻪ‬

‫ﮐﻪ ﺭﻭ ﻋﻄﺮ ِ ﻋﻠﻔﺎ‪ ،‬ﻣﺜﻞ ِ ﺑﻼﺗﮑﻠﻴﻔﻲ‬
‫ﻫﺎﺝ ﻭ ﻭﺍﺝ ﻣﻮﻧﺪﻩ ﻣﺮﺩﺩ‬
‫ﻣﻴﻮﻥ ِ ﻣﻮﻧﺪﻥ ﻭ ﺭﻓﺘﻦ‬
‫ﻣﻴﻮﻥ ِ ﻣﺮﮒ ﻭ ﺣﻴﺎﺕ‪.‬‬

‫ﻣﺚ ِ ﺑﺮﻓﺎﻳﻲ ﺗﻮ‪.‬‬

‫ﺗﺎﺯﻩ ﺁﺑﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺸﻦ ﺑﺮﻓﺎ ﻭ ﻋُﺮﻳﻮﻥ ﺑﺸﻪ ﮐﻮﻩ‬
‫ﻣﺚ ِ ﺍﻭﻥ ﻗﻠﻪﻱ ِ ﻣﻐﺮﻭﺭ ِ ﺑﻠﻨﺪﻱ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺍﺑﺮﺍﻱ ِ ﺳﻴﺎﻫﻲ ﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺑﺎﺩﺍﻱ ِ ﺑﺪﻱ ﻣﻲﺧﻨﺪﻱ‪...‬‬

‫ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎﻫﺎﺭﻡ ﺗﻮ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ‬

‫ﻣﻦ ﺯﻣﻴﻦﺍﻡ ﺗﻮ ﺩﺭﺧﺖ‬
‫ﻣﻦ ﺩﺭﺧﺖﺍﻡ ﺗﻮ ﺑﺎﻫﺎﺭ‪،‬‬
‫ﻧﺎﺯ ِ ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﺎﻱ ِ ﺑﺎﺭﻭﻥ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺑﺎﻍﺍﻡ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻪ‬
‫ﻣﻴﻮﻥ ِ ﺟﻨﮕﻼ ﺗﺎﻕﺍﻡ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻪ‪.‬‬
‫ﻣﻬﺮ ِ ‪١٣۴١‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺗﻮ ‪...‬‬
‫ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺗﻮ ﻳﮑﻲ ﺩﻫﺎﻥﺍﻳﻢ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺁﻭﺍﺯﺵ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺗﺮﺳﺮﻭﺩﻱ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺎﺳﺖ‪.‬‬

‫ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺗﻮ ﻳﮑﻲ ﺩﻳﺪﮔﺎﻥﺍﻳﻢ‬

‫ﮐﻪ ﺩﻧﻴﺎ ﺭﺍ ﻫﺮ ﺩَﻡ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﻨﻈﺮ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬
‫ﺗﺎﺯﻩﺗﺮ ﻣﻲﺳﺎﺯﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﻧﻔﺮﺗﻲ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﻫﺮﺁﻥﭼﻪ ﺑﺎﺯ ِﻣﺎﻥ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﻫﺮﺁﻥﭼﻪ ﻣﺤﺼﻮﺭ ِﻣﺎﻥ ﮐﻨﺪ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﻫﺮﺁﻥﭼﻪ ﻭﺍﺩﺍﺭﺩ ِﻣﺎﻥ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺩﻧﺒﺎﻝ ﺑﻨﮕﺮﻳﻢ‪- ،‬‬

‫ﺩﺳﺘﻲ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺧﻄﻲ ﮔﺴﺘﺎﺥ ﺑﻪ ﺑﺎﻃﻞ ﻣﻲﮐﺸﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺗﻮ ﻳﮑﻲ ﺷﻮﺭﻳﻢ‬

‫ﺍﺯ ﻫﺮ ﺷﻌﻠﻪﺋﻲ ﺑﺮﺗﺮ‪،‬‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﻫﻴﭻﮔﺎﻩ ﺷﮑﺴﺖ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮ ﻣﺎ ﭼﻴﺮﻩﮔﻲ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‬
‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﻋﺸﻖ‬
‫ﺭﻭﺋﻴﻨﻪﺗﻦﺍﻳﻢ‪.‬‬

‫ﻭ ﭘﺮﺳﺘﻮﺋﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺳﺮْﭘﻨﺎﻩ ِ ﻣﺎ ﺁﺷﻴﺎﻥ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‬

‫ﺑﺎ ﺁﻣﺪﺷﺪﻧﻲ ﺷﺘﺎﺏﻧﺎﮎ‬
‫ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺭﺍ‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺍﺯ ﺧﺪﺍﺋﻲ ﮔﻢﺷﺪﻩ‬

‫ﻟﺐﺭﻳﺰ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬
‫‪ ٢٣‬ﺩﻱ ِ ‪١٣۴١‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺧﻔﺘﻪﮔﺎﻥ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﻣﻨﺎﺳﺒﺖ ِ ﺑﻴﺴﺘﻤﻴﻦ ﺳﺎﻝ ِ ﻗﻴﺎﻡ ِ ﺩﻟﻴﺮﺍﻧﻪﻱ ِ ﮔﺘﺘﻮﻱ ِ ﺷﻬﺮ ِ ﻭﺭﺷﻮ‬

‫ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥﻫﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺭﻭﻳﺎﺭﻭﻱ‬

‫ﺑﺎ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥ ِ ﮔﺸﺎﺩﻩ ﺩﺭ ﻣﺮﮒ ﻧﮕﺮﻳﺴﺘﻨﺪ‪،‬‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺑﺮﺍﺩﺭﺍﻥ ِ ﺳﺮﺑﻠﻨﺪ‪،‬‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﺤﻠﻪﻱ ِ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﮏ‬
‫ﻳﮏ ﺗﻦ ﺑﻴﺪﺍﺭ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬

‫ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥﻫﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺧﺸﻢ ِ ﮔﺮﺩﻥﮐﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﮔِﺮﻩ ِ ﻣﺸﺖﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺧﺎﻟﻲﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬

‫ﻓﺮﻳﺎﺩ ﮐﺮﺩﻧﺪ‪،‬‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺮﺍﻥ ِ ﺩﻝﺗﻨﮓ‪،‬‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﺤﻠﻪﻱ ِ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﮏ‬
‫ﻳﮏ ﺗﻦ ﺑﻴﺪﺍﺭ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬

‫ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥﻫﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﻋﻄﺮ ِ ﻧﺎﻥ ِ ﮔﺮﻡ ﻭ ﻫﻴﺎﻫﻮﻱ ِ ﺯﻧﮓ ِ ﺗﻔﺮﻳﺢ ﺑﻴﮕﺎﻧﻪ ﻣﺎﻧﺪﻧﺪ‬
‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺠﺎﻝ ِ ﺍﻳﺸﺎﻥ ﺩﺭ ﻓﺎﺻﻠﻪﻱ ِ ﮔﻬﻮﺍﺭﻩ ﻭ ﮔﻮﺭ ﺑﺲ ﮐﻮﺗﺎﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪،‬‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﻓﺮﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ِ ﺗﺮﺱﺧﻮﺭﺩﻩﻱ ِ ﻧﻮﻣﻴﺪ‪،‬‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﺤﻠﻪﻱ ِ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﮏ‬
‫ﻳﮏ ﺗﻦ ﺑﻴﺪﺍﺭ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬
‫ﺍﻱ ﺑﺮﺍﺩﺭﺍﻥ!‬
‫ﺷﻤﺎﻟﻪﻫﺎ ﻓﺮﻭﺩ ﺁﺭﻳﺪ‬
‫ﺷﺎﻳﺪ ﮐﻪ ﭼﺸﻢ ِ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﺋﻲ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﺷﻬﺎﺩﺕ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ِ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻫﻴﺎﮐﻞ ِ ﻧﻴﻤﻲ ﺍﺯ ﺭﻧﺞ ﻭ ﻧﻴﻤﻲ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﮒ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﮔﺬﺭﮔﺎﻩ ِ ﺭﻭﻳﺎﻱ ِ‬
‫ﺍﺑﻠﻴﺲ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻼ ﭘﻴﻮﺳﺘﻪﺍﻧﺪ‬
‫ﺗﺼﻮﻳﺮﻱ ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﺑﺘﻮﺍﻧﺪ ﻳﺎﻓﺖ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺷﺒﺎﻫﺘﻲ ﺍﺯ ﻳﻬﻮﻩ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻴﺮﺍﺙ ﺑﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺍﻳﻨﺎﻥ ﻣﺮﮒ ﺭﺍ ﺳﺮﻭﺩﻱ ﮐﺮﺩﻩﺍﻧﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺍﻳﻨﺎﻥ ﻣﺮﮒ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﭼﻨﺪﺍﻥ ﺷﮑﻮﻩﻣﻨﺪ ﻭ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﺁﻭﺍﺯ ﺩﺍﺩﻩﺍﻧﺪ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻬﺎﺭ‬
‫ﭼﻨﺎﻥﭼﻮﻥ ﺁﻭﺍﺭﻱ‬
‫ﺑﺮ ﺭﮒ ِ ﺩﻭﺯﺥ ﺧﺰﻳﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬

‫ﺍﻱ ﺑﺮﺍﺩﺭﺍﻥ!‬
‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﺳﻨﺒﻠﻪﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺳﺒﺰ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺁﺳﺘﺎﻥ ِ ﺩﺭﻭ ﺳﺮﻭﺩﻱ ﭼﻨﺪﺍﻥ ﺩﻝﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪﻩﺍﻧﺪ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭﻭﮔﺮ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺣﻘﺎﺭﺕ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬
‫ﻟﺐ ﺑﻪ ﺗَﺤَﺴُﺮ ﮔَﺰﻳﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬
‫ﻣﺸﻌﻞﻫﺎ ﻓﺮﻭﺩ ﺁﺭﻳﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺳﺮﺍﺳﺮ ِ ﮔﺘﺘﻮﻱ ِ ﺧﺎﻣﻮﺵ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﺟﺰ ﭼﻬﺮﻩﻱ ِ ﺟﻼﺩﺍﻥ‬
‫ﻫﻴﭻ ﭼﻴﺰ ﺍﺯ ﺧﺪﺍ ﺷﺒﺎﻫﺖ ﻧﺒﺮﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬
‫ﺍﻳﻨﺎﻥ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺮﮒ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﮒ ﺷﺒﻴﻪﺗﺮﻧﺪ‪.‬‬
‫ﺍﻳﻨﺎﻥ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﮔﻲ ﺑﻲﻣﺮﮒ ﺷﺒﺎﻫﺖ ﺑﺮﺩﻩﺍﻧﺪ‪.‬‬
‫ﺳﺎﻳﻪﺋﻲ ﻟﻐﺰﺍﻥﺍﻧﺪ ﮐﻪ‬
‫ﭼﻮﻥ ﻣﺮﮒ‬
‫ﺑﺮ ﮔﺴﺘﺮﻩﻱ ِ ﻏﻢﻧﺎﮐﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺧﺪﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻓﺮﺍﻣﻮﺷﻲ ﺳﭙﺮﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‬
‫ﺟﻨﺒﺸﻲ ﺟﺎﻭﺩﺍﻧﻪ ﺩﺍﺭﻧﺪ‪.‬‬
‫‪ ١۶‬ﺍﺳﻔﻨﺪ ِ ‪١٣۴١‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺗﮑﺮﺍﺭ‬
‫ﺟﻨﮕﻞ ِ ﺁﻳﻨﻪﻫﺎ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻢ ﺩﺭ ﺷﮑﺴﺖ‬
‫ﻭ ﺭﺳﻮﻻﻧﻲ ﺧﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﺮ ﺍﻳﻦ ﭘﻬﻨﻪﻱ ِ ﻧﻮﻣﻴﺪ ﻓﺮﻭﺩ ﺁﻣﺪﻧﺪ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ِ ﺭﺳﺎﻟﺖ ِﺷﺎﻥ‬
‫ﺟﺰ ﺳﻴﺎﻫﻪﻱ ِ ﺁﻥ ﻧﺎﻡﻫﺎ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺷﻬﺎﺩﺕ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺮﮔﺬﺷﺖ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬
‫ﻣﮑﺮﺭ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺑﺎ ﺩﺳﺘﺎﻥ ِ ﺳﻮﺧﺘﻪ‬

‫ﻏﺒﺎﺭ ﺍﺯ ﭼﻬﺮﻩﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﻴﺪ ﺳﺘﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﺭﺧﺴﺎﺭﻩﻱ ِ ﺟﻼﺩﺍﻥ ِ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺧﺎﻃﺮﻩ ﺑﺎﺯﺷﻨﺎﺳﻨﺪ‪.‬‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﺑﻨﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺟﻼﺩﺍﻥ ِ ﺍﻳﺸﺎﻥ‪ ،‬ﻫﻤﻪ ﺁﻥ ﭘﺎﻱﺩﺭﺯﻧﺠﻴﺮﺍﻥﺍﻧﺪ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﻗﻴﺎﻡ ِ ﺩﺭﺧﻮﻥﺗﭙﻴﺪﻩﻱ ِ ﺍﻳﻨﺎﻥ‬
‫ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺳﺮﻭﺩﻱ ﺩﺭ ﭼﺸﻢﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯ ِ ﺁﺯﺍﺩﻱﻱ ِ ﺁﻧﺎﻥ ﺭُﺳﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪- ،‬‬
‫ﻫﻢﺁﻥ ﭘﺎﻱﺩﺭﺯﻧﺠﻴﺮﺍﻥﺍﻧﺪ ﮐﻪ‪ ،‬ﺍﻳﻨﮏ!‬
‫ﺑﻨﮕﺮﻳﺪ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﭼﻪﮔﻮﻧﻪ‬
‫ﺑﻲﺍﻳﻤﺎﻥ ﻭ ﺑﻲﺳﺮﻭﺩ‬
‫ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ِ ﺧﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺍﻳﻨﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺎﻕﺑﺎﻧﻲ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻨﺪ‪،‬‬
‫ﺑﻨﮕﺮﻳﺪ!‬
‫ﺑﻨﮕﺮﻳﺪ!‬

‫ﺟﻨﮕﻞ ِ ﺁﻳﻨﻪﻫﺎ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻢ ﺩﺭﺷﮑﺴﺖ‬

‫ﻭ ﺭﺳﻮﻻﻧﻲ ﺧﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﺮ ﮔﺴﺘﺮﻩﻱ ِ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﮏ ﻓﺮﻭﺩ ﺁﻣﺪﻧﺪ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﻓﺮﻳﺎﺩ ِ ﺩﺭﺩ ِ ﺍﻳﺸﺎﻥ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﻫﻨﮕﺎﻣﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺷﮑﻨﺠﻪ ﺑﺮ ﻗﺎﻟﺐ ِﺷﺎﻥ ﭘﻮﺳﺖ ﻣﻲﺩﺭﻳﺪ‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺑﻮﺩ‪:‬‬
‫>‪ -‬ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ِﺭﺳﺎﻟﺖ ِ ﻣﺎ ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻭ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲﺳﺖ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﺑﻠﺒﻞﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺑﻮﺳﻪ‬
‫ﺑﺮ ﺷﺎﺥ ِ ﺍﺭﻏﻮﺍﻥ ﺑﺴﺮﺍﻳﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺷﻮﺭﺑﺨﺘﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﻧﻴﮏﻓﺮﺟﺎﻡ‬
‫ﺑﺮﺩﻩﮔﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺁﺯﺍﺩ ﻭ‬
‫ﻧﻮﻣﻴﺪﺍﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻭﺍﺭ ﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﻪﺍﻳﻢ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﺗﺒﺎﺭ ِ ﻳﺰﺩﺍﻧﻲﻱ ِ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ‬
‫ﺳﻠﻄﻨﺖ ِ ﺟﺎﻭﻳﺪﺍﻥﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺑﺮ ﻗﻠﻢﺭﻭ ِ ﺧﺎﮎ‬
‫ﺑﺎﺯﻳﺎﺑﺪ‪.‬‬
‫ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ِﺭﺳﺎﻟﺖ ِ ﻣﺎ ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻭ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲﺳﺖ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﺯﻫﺪﺍﻥ ِ ﺧﺎﮎ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺗﺨﻤﻪﻱ ِ ﮐﻴﻦ‬
‫ﺑﺎﺭ ﻧﺒﻨﺪﺩ»‪.‬‬

‫ﺟﻨﮕﻞ ِ ﺁﺋﻴﻨﻪ ﻓﺮﻭﺭﻳﺨﺖ‬

‫ﻭ ﺭﺳﻮﻻﻥ ِ ﺧﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺗﺒﺎﺭ ِ ﺷﻬﻴﺪﺍﻥ ﭘﻴﻮﺳﺘﻨﺪ‪،‬‬
‫ﻭ ﺷﺎﻋﺮﺍﻥ ﺑﻪ ﺗﺒﺎﺭ ِ ﺷﻬﻴﺪﺍﻥ ﭘﻴﻮﺳﺘﻨﺪ‬
‫ﭼﻮﻧﺎﻥ ﮐﺒﻮﺗﺮﺍﻥ ِ ﺁﺯﺍﺩْﭘﺮﻭﺍﺯﻱ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺳﺖ ِ ﻏﻼﻣﺎﻥ ﺫﺑﺢ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﻧﺪ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﺳﻔﺮﻩﻱ ِ ﺍﺭﺑﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺭﻧﮕﻴﻦ ﮐﻨﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﻭ ﺑﺪﻳﻦﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ﻭ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲ‬
‫ﺯﻣﻴﻨﻲ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ِ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‬
‫ﺑﺪﺭﻭﺩ ﮐﺮﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﮔﻮﺭﻱ ﻣﺎﻧﺪ ﻭ ﻧﻮﺣﻪﺋﻲ‪.‬‬

‫ﻭ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺟﺎﻭﺩﺍﻧﻪ ﭘﺎﺩﺭﺑﻨﺪ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ِ ﺑﻨﺪﻩﮔﻲ ﺍﻧﺪﺭ‬
‫ﺑﻤﺎﻧْﺪ‪.‬‬
‫‪ ٢۵‬ﺍﺳﻔﻨﺪ ِ ‪١٣۴١‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﮒ ‪...‬‬

‫ﻫﺮﮔﺰ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﮒ ﻧﻬﺮﺍﺳﻴﺪﻩﺍﻡ‬

‫ﺍﮔﺮﭼﻪ ﺩﺳﺘﺎﻥﺍﺵ ﺍﺯ ﺍﺑﺘﺬﺍﻝ ﺷﮑﻨﻨﺪﻩﺗﺮ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬
‫ﻫﺮﺍﺱ ِ ﻣﻦ ‪ -‬ﺑﺎﺭﻱ ‪ -‬ﻫﻤﻪ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﺩﻥ ﺩﺭ ﺳﺮﺯﻣﻴﻨﻲﺳﺖ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﻣﺰﺩ ِ ﮔﻮﺭﮐﻦ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺑﻬﺎﻱ ِ ﺁﺯﺍﺩﻱﻱ ِ ﺁﺩﻣﻲ‬
‫ﺍﻓﺰﻭﻥ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺟُﺴﺘﻦ‬
‫ﻳﺎﻓﺘﻦ‬
‫ﻭ ﺁﻥﮔﺎﻩ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﺍﺧﺘﻴﺎﺭ ﺑﺮﮔﺰﻳﺪﻥ‬
‫ﻭ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﻳﺸﺘﻦ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬
‫ﺑﺎﺭﻭﺋﻲ ﭘﻲﺍﻓﮑﻨﺪﻥ ‪-‬‬

‫ﺍﮔﺮ ﻣﺮﮒ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺍﺭﺯﺷﻲ ﺑﻴﺶﺗﺮ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‬

‫ﺣﺎﺷﺎ ﺣﺎﺷﺎ ﮐﻪ ﻫﺮﮔﺰ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﮒ ﻫﺮﺍﺳﻴﺪﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﻢ‪.‬‬
‫ﺩﻱ ِ ‪١٣۴١‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﺁﻥ ﮐﺲ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﮐﻮﭼﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﺎﺯﻣﻲﮔﺮﺩﺩ‬

‫ﻧﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺧﻴﺎﻝ‪ ،‬ﮐﻪ ﺭﻭﻳﺎﺭﻭﻱ ﻣﻲﺑﻴﻨﻢ‬
‫ﺳﺎﻟﻴﺎﻧﻲ ﺑﺎﺭﺁﻭﺭ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺁﻏﺎﺯ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﮐﺮﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﺧﺎﻃﺮﻩﺍﻡ ﮐﻪ ﺁﺑﺴﺘﻦ ِ ﻋﺸﻘﻲ ﺳﺮﺷﺎﺭ ﺍﺳﺖ‬

‫ﮐﻴﻒ ِ ﻣﺎﺩﺭ ﺷﺪﻥ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺧﻤﻴﺎﺯﻩﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭﻱ ﻃﻮﻻﻧﻲ‬
‫ﻣﮑﺮﺭ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺧﺎﻧﻪﺋﻲ ﺁﺭﺍﻡ ﻭ‬
‫ﺍﺷﺘﻴﺎﻕ ِ ﭘُﺮﺻﺪﺍﻗﺖ ِ ﺗﻮ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪﻩﻱ ِ ﻫﺮ ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﺗﺎﺯﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﻲ‬
‫ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﭼﻮﻥ ﭘﺪﺭﻱ ﮐﻪ ﭼﺸﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺭﺍﻩ ِ ﻣﻴﻼﺩ ِ ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﻓﺮﺯﻧﺪ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺍﺳﺖ;‬
‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﻫﺮ ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ‬
‫ﻓﺮﺯﻧﺪﻱﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻮﺍﺯﺵ ِ ﺩﺳﺖﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﮔﺮﻡ ِ ﺗﻮ‬
‫ﻧﻄﻔﻪ ﺑﺴﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ‪...‬‬
‫ﻣﻴﺰﻱ ﻭ ﭼﺮﺍﻏﻲ‪،‬‬
‫ﮐﺎﻏﺬﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺳﭙﻴﺪ ﻭ ﻣﺪﺍﺩﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺗﺮﺍﺷﻴﺪﻩ ﻭ ﺍﺯ ﭘﻴﺶ ﺁﻣﺎﺩﻩ‪،‬‬
‫ﻭ ﺑﻮﺳﻪﺋﻲ‬
‫ﺻﻠﻪﻱ ِ ﻫﺮ ﺳﺮﻭﺩﻩﻱ ِ ﻧﻮ‪.‬‬

‫ﻭ ﺗﻮ ﺍﻱ ﺟﺎﺫﺑﻪﻱ ِ ﻟﻄﻴﻒ ِ ﻋﻄﺶ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺷﺖ ِ ﺧﺸﮏ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭﻳﺎ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻲ‪،‬‬

‫ﺣﻘﻴﻘﺘﻲ ﻓﺮﻳﺒﻨﺪﻩﺗﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺭﻭﻍ‪،‬‬
‫ﺑﺎ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲﺍﺕ ‪ -‬ﺑﺎﮐﺮﻩﺗﺮ ﺍﺯ ﻓﺮﻳﺐ ‪ -‬ﮐﻪ ﺍﻧﺪﻳﺸﻪﻱ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺗﻤﺎﻣﻲﻱ ِ ﺁﻓﺮﻳﻨﺶﻫﺎ ﺑﺎﺭﻭﺭ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ!‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﮐﻨﺎﺭ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﻣﻦ‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﮐﻮﺩﮐﺎﻧﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺟﺎﻣﻪﻱ ِ ﻧﻮﺩﻭﺯ ِ ﻧﻮﺭﻭﺯﻱﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﻣﻲﻳﺎﺑﻢ‬

‫ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﺳﺎﻟﻴﺎﻥ ِ ﮔﻢ‪ ،‬ﮐﻪ ﺯﺷﺖﺍﻧﺪ‬
‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺧﻄﻮﻁ ِ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﻡ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻳﺎﺩ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻧﺪ!‬

‫ﺧﺎﻧﻪﺋﻲ ﺁﺭﺍﻡ ﻭ‬
‫ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭ ِ ﭘُﺮﺍﺷﺘﻴﺎﻕ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺗﺎ ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪﻩﻱ ِ ﻫﺮ ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﻧﻮ ﺑﺎﺷﻲ‪.‬‬

‫ﺧﺎﻧﻪﺋﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ‬
‫ﺳﻌﺎﺩﺕ‬
‫ﭘﺎﺩﺍﺵ ِ ﺍﻋﺘﻤﺎﺩ ﺍﺳﺖ‬
‫ﻭ ﭼﺸﻤﻪﻫﺎ ﻭ ﻧﺴﻴﻢ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻣﻲﺭﻭﻳﻨﺪ‪.‬‬
‫ﺑﺎﻡﺍﺵ ﺑﻮﺳﻪ ﻭ ﺳﺎﻳﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ‬
‫ﻭ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩﺍﺵ ﺑﻪ ﮐﻮﭼﻪ ﻧﻤﻲﮔﺸﺎﻳﺪ‬
‫ﻭ ﻋﻴﻨﮏﻫﺎ ﻭ ﭘﺴﺘﻲﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﺭﺍﻩ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬

‫ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺎ‬
‫ﻧﺸﺎﻧﻪﻱ ِ ﺯﻧﺪﻩﮔﻲ‬
‫ﻫﻢ ﺯﺑﺎﻟﻪﺋﻲ ﺑﺎﺩ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﮐﻮﭼﻪ ﻣﻲﺍﻓﮑﻨﻴﻢ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﺍﺯ ﮔﺰﻧﺪ ِ ﺍﻫﺮﻣﻨﺎﻥ ِ ﮐﺘﺎﺏﺧﻮﺍﺭ‬
‫‪ -‬ﮐﻪ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﺑﺰﺭﮔﺎﻥ ِ ﻧﺮﻳﻨﻪﻧﻤﺎﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶﺍﻧﺪ ‪ -‬ﺍﻣﺎﻥ ِﻣﺎﻥ ﺑﺎﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﻭ ﻣﺮﺍ‬
‫ﺑﻲﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺗﻮ‬
‫ﺑﻦﺑﺴﺖ ِ ﺧﻠﻮﺗﻲ ﺑﺲ!‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺣﮑﺎﻳﺖ ِ ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺁﻧﺎﻥ ﻏﻢﻧﺎﻣﻪﻱ ِ ﺩﺭﺩﻱ ﻣﮑﺮﺭ ﺍﺳﺖ‪:‬‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﻥ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﭘﺮﻭﺭﺩﻡ ِﺷﺎﻥ‬
‫ﺑﺎﺭﻱ ﭼﻪ ﮐﻨﻨﺪ‬
‫ﮔﺮ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻮﺷﻴﺪﻥ ِ ﺧﻮﻥ ِ ﻣﻦ ِﺷﺎﻥ‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﮔﺰﻳﺮ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ؟‬

‫ﺗﻮ ﻭ ﺍﺷﺘﻴﺎﻕ ِ ﭘُﺮﺻﺪﺍﻗﺖ ِ ﺗﻮ‬

‫ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺧﺎﻧﻪﻣﺎﻥ‬
‫ﻣﻴﺰﻱ ﻭ ﭼﺮﺍﻏﻲ‪...‬‬

‫ﺁﺭﻱ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﺮﮒﺁﻭﺭﺗﺮﻳﻦ ﻟﺤﻈﻪﻱ ِ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭ‬
‫ﺯﻧﺪﻩﮔﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺭﻭﻳﺎﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺩﻧﺒﺎﻝ ﻣﻲﮔﻴﺮﻡ‪.‬‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺭﻭﻳﺎﻫﺎ ﻭ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻫﺎﻱﺍﻡ!‬
‫‪ ٢۴‬ﺍﺭﺩﻳﺒﻬﺸﺖ ِ ‪١٣۴٢‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

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‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﻣﺮﺩ ِ ﺳﺮﮔﺮﺩﺍﻥ‬

‫ﻣﺮﺍ ﻣﻲﺑﺎﻳﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺧﻢ ِ ﺭﺍﻩ‬

‫ﺩﺭ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭﻱ ﺗﺎﺏﺳﻮﺯ‬
‫ﺳﺎﻳﻪﮔﺎﻫﻲ ﺑﻪ ﭼﻮﺏ ﻭ ﺳﻨﮓ ﺑﺮﺁﺭﻡ‪،‬‬
‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺮﺍﻧﺠﺎﻡ‬
‫ﺍﻣﻴﺪ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺳﻔﺮﻱ ﺑﻪﺩﻳﺮﺍﻧﺠﺎﻣﻴﺪﻩ ﺑﺎﺯﻣﻲﺁﻳﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺑﻪ ﺯﻣﺎﻧﻲ ﺍﻣﺎ‬

‫ﺍﻱ ﺩﺭﻳﻎ!‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﻣﺮﺍ‬
‫ﺑﺎﻣﻲ ﺑﺮ ﺳﺮ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‬
‫ﻧﻪ ﮔﻠﻴﻤﻲ ﺑﻪ ﺯﻳﺮ ِ ﭘﺎﻱ‪.‬‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺗﺎﺏ ِﺧﻮﺭﺷﻴﺪ‬
‫ﺗﻔﺘﻴﺪﻥ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺳﺒﻮﺋﻲ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﺁﺏﺍﺵ ﺩﻫﻢ‪،‬‬
‫ﻭ ﺑﺮﺁﺳﻮﺩﻥ ﺍﺯ ﺧﺴﺘﻪﮔﻲ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺑﺎﻟﻴﻨﻲ ﻧﻪ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻨﺸﺎﻧﻢﺍﺵ‪.‬‬

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‫ﻣﺴﺎﻓﺮ ِ ﭼﺸﻢﺑﻪﺭﺍﻫﻲﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻣﻦ‬
‫ﺑﻲﮔﺎﻫﺎﻥ ﺍﺯ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺑﺨﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺭﺳﻴﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺍﻱ ﻫﻤﻪﻱ ِ ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻫﺎ‬

‫ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺑﺮﺁﻭﺭﺩﻥ ِ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺑﺎﻡ‬
‫ﻧﻴﺮﻭﺋﻲ ﺩﻫﻴﺪ!‬
‫‪ ٢٩‬ﺍﺭﺩﻳﺒﻬﺸﺖ ِ ‪١٣۴٢‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

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‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﺁﺷﻨﺎﺋﻲ‬

‫ﮐﻴﺴﺘﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ‬
‫ﺍﻳﻦﮔﻮﻧﻪ‬
‫ﺑﻪﺍﻋﺘﻤﺎﺩ‬
‫ﻧﺎﻡ ِ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺑﺎ ﺗﻮ ﻣﻲﮔﻮﻳﻢ‬
‫ﮐﻠﻴﺪ ِ ﺧﺎﻧﻪﺍﻡ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺩﺳﺖﺍﺕ ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺍﺭﻡ‬
‫ﻧﺎﻥ ِ ﺷﺎﺩﻱﻫﺎﻱﺍﻡ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺑﺎ ﺗﻮ ﻗﺴﻤﺖ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻢ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﮐﻨﺎﺭﺕ ﻣﻲﻧﺸﻴﻨﻢ ﻭ‬
‫ﺑﺮ ﺯﺍﻧﻮﻱ ِ ﺗﻮ‬
‫ﺍﻳﻦﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺁﺭﺍﻡ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﻣﻲﺭﻭﻡ؟‬

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‫ﮐﻴﺴﺘﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ‬
‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﺑﻪﺟﺪ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺩﻳﺎﺭ ِ ﺭﻭﻳﺎﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬
‫ﺑﺎ ﺗﻮ ﺩﺭﻧﮓ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻢ؟‬
‫‪ ٢٩‬ﺍﺭﺩﻳﺒﻬﺸﺖ ِ ‪١٣۴٢‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

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‫ﮐﺪﺍﻣﻴﻦ ﺍﺑﻠﻴﺲ‬
‫ﺗﻮﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺍﻳﻦﭼﻨﻴﻦ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﮔﻔﺘﻦ ِ ﻧﻪ‬
‫ﻭﺳﻮﺳﻪ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ؟‬
‫ﻳﺎ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺧﻮﺩ ﻓﺮﺷﺘﻪﺋﻲﺳﺖ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺩﺍﻡ ِ ﮐﺪﺍﻡ ﺍﻫﺮﻣﻦﺍﺕ‬
‫ﺑﺪﻳﻦﮔﻮﻧﻪ‬
‫ﻫُﺸﺪﺍﺭ ﻣﻲﺩﻫﺪ؟‬

‫ﺗﺮﺩﻳﺪﻱﺳﺖ ﺍﻳﻦ؟‬
‫ﻳﺎ ﺧﻮﺩ‬
‫ﮔﺎﻡْﺻﺪﺍﻱ ِ ﺑﺎﺯﭘﺴﻴﻦ ﻗﺪﻡﻫﺎﺳﺖ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﻏُﺮﺑﺖ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎﻧﺐ ِ ﺯﺍﺩﮔﺎﻩ ِ ﺁﺷﻨﺎﺋﻲ‬
‫ﻓﺮﻭﺩ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﻲ؟‬
‫‪ ٣٠‬ﺍﺭﺩﻳﺒﻬﺸﺖ ِ ‪١٣۴٢‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

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‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ِ ﺳﭙﺎﺱ ﻭ ﭘﺮﺳﺘﺶ‬

‫ﺑﻮﺳﻪﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺗﻮ‬
‫ﮔﻨﺠﺸﮑَﮑﺎﻥ ِ ﭘُﺮﮔﻮﻱ ِ ﺑﺎﻍﺍﻧﺪ‬
‫ﻭ ﭘﺴﺘﺎﻥﻫﺎﻱﺍﺕ ﮐﻨﺪﻭﻱ ِ ﮐﻮﻫﺴﺘﺎﻥﻫﺎﺳﺖ‬
‫ﻭ ﺗﻦﺍﺕ‬
‫ﺭﺍﺯﻱﺳﺖ ﺟﺎﻭﺩﺍﻧﻪ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺧﻠﻮﺗﻲ ﻋﻈﻴﻢ‬
‫ﺑﺎ ﻣﻦﺍﺵ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺍﺭﻧﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺗﻦ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺁﻫﻨﮕﻲﺳﺖ‬
‫ﻭ ﺗﻦ ِ ﻣﻦ ﮐﻠﻤﻪﺋﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻣﻲﻧﺸﻴﻨﺪ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﻧﻐﻤﻪﺋﻲ ﺩﺭ ﻭﺟﻮﺩ ﺁﻳﺪ‪:‬‬
‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩﻱ ﮐﻪ ﺗﺪﺍﻭﻡ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﺗﭙﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺩﺭ ﻧﮕﺎﻩﺍﺕ ﻫﻤﻪﻱ ِ ﻣﻬﺮﺑﺎﻧﻲﻫﺎﺳﺖ‪:‬‬

‫ﻗﺎﺻﺪﻱ ﮐﻪ ﺯﻧﺪﻩﮔﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺧﺒﺮ ﻣﻲﺩﻫﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺳﮑﻮﺕﺍﺕ ﻫﻤﻪﻱ ِ ﺻﺪﺍﻫﺎ‪:‬‬

‫ﻓﺮﻳﺎﺩﻱ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺗﺠﺮﺑﻪ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬
‫‪ ٣١‬ﺍﺭﺩﻳﺒﻬﺸﺖ ِ ‪١٣۴٢‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩِ ﭘﻨﺠﻢ‬

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‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﭘﻨﺠﻢ ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﺁﺷﻨﺎﺋﻲﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﮊﺭﻑﺗﺮ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬

‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﺍﻧﺪُﻩﮔﺰﺍﺭﻱﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻣﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻭ‬
‫ﺍﻧﺪﻭﻩﮔﺴﺎﺭﻱﻱ ِ ﺍﻭ‪.‬‬
‫ﻧﻴﺰ‬
‫ﺍﻳﻦ‬
‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﺳﭙﺎﺳﻲ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺍﺳﺖ‬
‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﺳﺘﺎﻳﺸﻲ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪:‬‬
‫ﺳﺘﺎﻳﺶ ِ ﺩﺳﺘﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻀﺮﺍﺏﺍﺵ ﻧﻮﺍﺯﺷﻲﺳﺖ‬
‫ﻭ ﻫﺮ ﺗﺎﺭ ِ ﺟﺎﻥ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮﻭﺩﻱ ﺗﺎﺯﻩ ﻣﻲﻧﻮﺍﺯﺩ] ﻭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺳﺨﻦ ﭼﻪ‬
‫ﻗﺪﻳﻤﻲﺳﺖ‪![.‬‬
‫ﺩﺳﺘﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻫﻢﭼﻮﻥ ﮐﻮﺩﮐﻲ‬
‫ﮔﺮﻡ ﺍﺳﺖ‬
‫ﻭ ﺭﻗﺺ ِ ﺷﮑﻮﻩﻣﻨﺪﻱﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﮐﺸﻴﺪﻩﮔﻲﻱ ِ ﺳﺮْﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﺎﻥ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬
‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﻪ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺁﻥ ﻟﺒﺎﻥ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﭘﻴﺶﺗﺮ ﮐﻪ ﺑﮕﻮﻳﺪ‬
‫ﺷﻨﻴﺪﻧﻲﺳﺖ‪.‬‬
‫ﺁﻥ ﺩﺳﺖﻫﺎ‬
‫ﺑﻴﺶ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥﮐﻪ ﮔﻴﺮﻧﺪﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‬
‫ﻣﻲﺑﺨﺸﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺁﻥ ﭼﺸﻢﻫﺎ‬
‫ﭘﻴﺶ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥﮐﻪ ﻧﮕﺎﻫﻲ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‬
‫ﺗﻤﺎﺷﺎﺋﻲﺳﺖ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻭ ﺍﻳﻦ‬
‫ﭘﺎﺱﺩﺍﺷﺖ ِ ﺁﻥ ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﺑﺰﺭﮒ ﺍﺳﺖ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﻭﻳﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﻧﺒﺮﺩ ِ ﺑﺎ ﻭﻳﺮﺍﻧﻲ ﺑﻪ ﭘﺎﻱ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺭﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﻟﺒﻲ‬
‫ﺩﺳﺘﻲ ﻭ ﭼﺸﻤﻲ‬
‫ﻗﻠﺒﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﮔﻮﺭﺳﺘﺎﻥ ِ ﺧﺪﺍﻳﺎﻥ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﺳﺎﻥ ِ ﻣﺬﻫﺒﻲ‬
‫ﺗﻌﻠﻴﻢ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻱ‬
‫ﭘﺎﮐﻲ ﻭ ﺍﻳﻤﺎﻧﻲ‬
‫ﺯﻧﻲ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﻧﺎﻥ ﻭ ﺭﺧﺖﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻗﺮﺑﺎﻥﮔﺎﻩ ِ ﺑﻲﻋﺪﺍﻟﺖ‬
‫ﺑﺮﺧﻲﻱ ِ ﻣﺤﮑﻮﻣﻲ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦﺍﻡ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

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‫ﺟُﺴﺘﻦﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ ﭘﺎ ﻧﻔﺮﺳﻮﺩﻡ‪:‬‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﻫﻨﮕﺎﻣﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺭﺷﺘﻪﻱ ِ ﺩﺍﺭ ِ ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯﻫﻢﮔﺴﺴﺖ‬
‫ﭼﻨﺎﻥﭼﻮﻥ ﻓﺮﻣﺎﻥ ِ ﺑﺨﺸﺸﻲ ﻓﺮﻭﺩ ﺁﻣﺪ‪- .‬‬
‫ﻫﻢ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻫﻨﮕﺎﻡ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﺭﻫﺎﺋﻲﻱ ِ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻱ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‬
‫ﻭ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺰ ﺍﻳﻦ‬
‫ﺍﻣﮑﺎﻥ ِ ﺍﻧﺘﻘﺎﻣﻲ‬

‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﺪﺍﻧﺪﻳﺸﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﻲﮔﻨﺎﻩ ﺑﻤﺎﻧﻢ!‬

‫ﺟُﺴﺘﻦﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ ﭘﺎ ﻧﻔﺮﺳﻮﺩﻡ‪.‬‬
‫ﻧﻪ ﻋﺸﻖ ِ ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ‬
‫ﻧﻪ ﺍﻣﻴﺪ ِ ﺁﺧﺮﻳﻦ ﺑﻮﺩ‬
‫ﻧﻴﺰ‬
‫ﭘﻴﺎﻡ ِ ﻣﺎ ﻟﺐﺧﻨﺪﻱ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‬

‫ﻧﻪ ﺍﺷﮑﻲ‪.‬‬
‫ﻫﻢﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﮐﻪ‪ ،‬ﺑﺎ ﻳﮏﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺨﻦ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻣﺪﻳﻢ‬
‫ﮔﻔﺘﻨﻲﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﻫﻤﻪ ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﻳﺎﻓﺘﻴﻢ‬
‫ﭼﻨﺪﺍﻥ ﮐﻪ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻫﻴﭻ ﭼﻴﺰ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺎﻧﻪ‬
‫ﻧﺎﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﻧﻤﺎﻧﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

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‫ﺧﺎﮎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺪﺭﻭﺩﻱ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﺷﻬﺮ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺍﻭ‪ ،‬ﻧﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﻭ ﺷﻬﺮ ﻭ ﻧﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺩﻳﺎﺭﺍﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺪﺭﻭﺩ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺏ ﺭﺍ‬

‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺍﻭ‪ ،‬ﻧﻪ ﻋﻄﺮ ِ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩ ﻧﻪ ﺁﻭﺍﺯ ِ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﻧﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺟﻤﻊ ِ ﺁﺩﻣﻴﺎﻥ ﻧﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻴﻞ ِ ﻓﺮﺷﺘﻪﮔﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ‪،‬‬

‫ﮐﻪ ﺍﻳﻨﺎﻥ ﻫﻴﻤﻪﻱ ِ ﺩﻭﺯﺥﺍﻧﺪ‬
‫ﻭ ﺁﻥ ﻳﮑﺎﻥ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﮐﺎﺭﻱ ﺑﻲﺍﺭﺍﺩﻩ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﺯﻣﺰﻣﻪﺋﻲ ﺧﻮﺍﺏﺁﻟﻮﺩﻩ‬
‫ﺧﺪﺍﻱ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺗﺴﺒﻴﺢ ﻣﻲﮔﻮﻳﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺳﺮﺧﻮﺵ ﻭ ﺷﺎﺩﻣﺎﻧﻪ ﻓﺮﻳﺎﺩ ﺑﺮﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ‪:‬‬

‫>‪ -‬ﺍﻱ ﺷﻌﺮﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻣﻦ‪ ،‬ﺳﺮﻭﺩﻩ ﻭ ﻧﺎﺳﺮﻭﺩﻩ!‬
‫ﺳﻠﻄﻨﺖ ِ ﺷﻤﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺗﺮﺩﻳﺪﻱ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‬
‫ﺍﮔﺮ ﺍﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺗﻨﻬﺎﺋﻲ‬
‫ﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪﻩﻱ ِ ﺷﻤﺎ ﺑﺎﺩ!‬
‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺍﻭ ﺑﻲﻧﻴﺎﺯﻱﻱ ِ ﻣﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺍﺯ ﺑﺎﺯﺍﺭﮔﺎﻥ ﻭ ﺍﺯ ﻫﻤﻪﻱ ِ ﺧﻠﻖ‬
‫ﻧﻴﺰ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﮐﺴﺎﻥ ﮐﻪ ﺷﻌﺮ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪ‬
‫ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﺑﺪﻳﻦ ﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰﻩ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﻪ ﮐُﻨﺪﻓﻬﻤﻲﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺳﺮﺯﻧﺸﻲ ﮐﻨﻨﺪ! ‪-‬‬

‫ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻭ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺭﺍ‪ ،‬ﻫﻢ ﺩﺭ ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﻧﻈﺮ ﺑﺎﺯﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻪﺍﻡ‪<.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

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‫ﺍﮐﻨﻮﻥ ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺍﻭ ﺩﻭ ﭘﺎﺭﻩﻱ ِ ﻳﮏ ﻭﺍﻗﻌﻴﺖﺍﻳﻢ‬

‫ﺩﺭ ﺭﻭﺷﻨﺎﺋﻲ ﺯﻳﺒﺎ‬

‫ﺩﺭ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﮑﻲ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺳﺖ‪.‬‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺭﻭﺷﻨﺎﺋﻲ ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺮﺵ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺭﻡ‪.‬‬
‫ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﮑﻲ ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺮﺵ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺭﻡ‪.‬‬

‫ﻣﻦ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻠﻮﺕ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺍﺯ ﺑﺮﺍﻱﺍﺵ ﺷﻌﺮﻫﺎ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻧﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺳﺮ ِ ﺍﺣﺘﻴﺎﻁ‬

‫ﻫﺮﮔﺰﺍ ﺑﺮ ﮐﺎﻏﺬﻱ ﻧﺒﺸﺘﻪ ﻧﻤﻲﺷﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﭼﻮﻥ ﻧﻮﺷﺘﻪ ﺁﻳﺪ ﻭ ﺑﺎﺩﻱ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﺑﻴﺮﻭﻥﺍﺵ ﺍﻓﮑﻨﺪ ﺍﺯ ﻏﻀﺐ ﭘﻮﺳﺖ ﺑﺮ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﻡ ِ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪﻩ ﺑﺨﻮﺍﻫﺪ‬
‫ﺩﺭﻳﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﮔﺮﭼﻪ ﺍﺯ ﻗﺎﻓﻴﻪﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻟﻌﻨﺘﻲ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺷﻌﺮﻫﺎ ﻧﺸﺎﻧﻲ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ] ;ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥﮔﻮﻧﻪ‬

‫ﻗﺎﻓﻴﻪﻫﺎ ﺑﺮ ﮔﺬﺭﮔﺎﻩ ِ ﻫﺮ ﻣﺼﺮﺍﻉ‪ ،‬ﮐﻪ ﭘﻨﺪﺍﺭﻱ ﺣﺎﮐﻤﻲ ﺧُﻞ‬
‫ﻧﺎﻗﻮﺱﺑﺎﻧﺎﻧﻲ ﺑﺮ ﺳﺮ ِ ﭘﻴﭻ ِ ﻫﺮ ﮐﻮﭼﻪ ﺑﺮﮔﻤﺎﺷﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺗﺎ ﭼﻮﻥ‬
‫ﺭﻩﮔﺬﺭﻱ ﭘﺎ ﺑﻪ ﭘﺎﻱ ِ ﺍﻧﺪﻳﺸﻪﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻓﺮﺗﻮﺕ ِ ﭘﻴﺰُﺭﻱ ﭼُﺮﺕﺯﻧﺎﻥ‬
‫ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺭﺩ ﭘﺘﮏ ﺑﻪ ﻧﺎﻗﻮﺱ ﻓﺮﻭﮐﻮﺑﻨﺪ ﻭ ﭼﺮﺕﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ ﭼﻮﻥ ﭼﻠﻮﺍﺭﻱ‬
‫ﺁﻫﺎﺭﺧﻮﺭﺩﻩ ﺑﺮﺩﺭﻧﺪ ﺗﺎ ﺍﺯ ﻳﺎﺩ ﻧﺒﺮﺩ ﮐﻪ ﺣﺎﮐﻢ ِ ﺷﻬﺮ ﮐﻴﺴﺖ [‪ -‬ﺍﻣﺎ‬
‫ﺧﺸﻢ ِ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪﻩﻱ ِ ﺁﻥ ﺷﻌﺮﻫﺎ‪ ،‬ﺍﺯ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ ِ ﻧﺎﻗﻮﺱﺑﺎﻧﺎﻥ ِ ﺧﺮﮔﺮﺩﻧﻲ ﺍﺯ‬
‫ﺁﻥﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﻧﻴﺰ ﻧﻪ ﺍﺯﺁﻥﺭﻭﻱ ﮐﻪ ﺯﻧﮕﻮﻟﻪﻱ ِ ﻭﺯﻧﻲ ﭼﺮﺍ ﺑﻪ ﮔﺮﺩﻥِ‬
‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﺍﺳﺘﺮ ﺁﻭﻧﮓ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ ﺗﺎ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺭﺍﺯﮔﻮﺵِ ﻧﺜﺮﺵ ﺑﺎﺯﺷﻨﺎﺳﻨﺪ‪ .‬ﻧﻴﺰ ﻧﻪ‬
‫ﺑﺪﺍﻥ ﺳﺒﺐ ﮐﻪ ﻓﻲﺍﻟﻤﺜﻞ ﺷﻌﺮﻱ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻳﻦﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﺭﺍ ﻏﺰﻝ ﭼﺮﺍ ﻧﺎﻣﻴﺪﻩﺍﻡ‪:‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

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‫ﻏﺰﻝ ِ ﺩﺭﻭﺩ ﻭ ﺑﺪﺭﻭﺩ‬

‫ﺑﺎ ﺩﺭﻭﺩﻱ ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﻣﻲﺁﺋﻲ ﻭ‬

‫ﺑﺎ ﺑﺪﺭﻭﺩﻱ‬
‫ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺭﺍ ﺗﺮﮎ ﻣﻲﮔﻮﺋﻲ‪.‬‬
‫ﺍﻱ ﺳﺎﺯﻧﺪﻩ!‬
‫ﻟﺤﻈﻪﻱ ِ ﻋﻤﺮ ِ ﻣﻦ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﺟﺰ ﻓﺎﺻﻠﻪﻱ ِ ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ِ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺩﺭﻭﺩ ﻭ ﺑﺪﺭﻭﺩ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪:‬‬

‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﺁﻥ ﻟﺤﻈﻪﻱ ِ ﻭﺍﻗﻌﻲﺳﺖ‬

‫ﮐﻪ ﻟﺤﻈﻪﻱ ِ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺭﺍ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭ ﻣﻲﮐﺸﺪ‪.‬‬
‫ﻧﻮﺳﺎﻧﻲ ﺩﺭ ﻟﻨﮕﺮ ِ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﺍﺳﺖ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﻟﻨﮕﺮ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎ ﻧﻮﺳﺎﻧﻲ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺑﻪ ﮐﺎﺭ ﻣﻲﮐﺸﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﮔﺎﻣﻲﺳﺖ ﭘﻴﺶ ﺍﺯ ﮔﺎﻣﻲ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‬

‫ﮐﻪ ﺟﺎﺩﻩ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻴﺪﺍﺭ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬
‫ﺗﺪﺍﻭﻣﻲﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺯﻣﺎﻥ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ ﻣﻲﺳﺎﺯﺩ‬
‫ﻟﺤﻈﻪﻫﺎﺋﻲﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﻋﻤﺮ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺳﺮﺷﺎﺭ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

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‫ﺑﺎﺭﻱ‪ ،‬ﺧﺸﻢ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪﻩ ﺍﺯﺁﻥﺭﻭﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺎ ﺣﻘﻴﻘﺖ ﻭ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎ ﻣﻌﻴﺎﺭ ِ ﺍﻭ‬
‫ﻧﻤﻲﺳﻨﺠﻴﻢ ﻭ ﺑﺪﻳﻦﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﺁﻥ ﮐﻮﺗﺎﻩﺍﻧﺪﻳﺶ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪﻥ ِ ﻫﺮ ﺷﻌﺮ ﺳﺨﺖ‬
‫ﺗﻬﻲ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺑﺎﺯﻣﻲﮔﺮﺩﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﺭﻭﺯﻱ ﻓﻲﺍﻟﻤﺜﻞ‪ ،‬ﻗﻄﻌﻪﺋﻲ ﺳﺎﺯ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﺮ ﭘﺎﺭﻩﻱ ِ ﮐﺎﻏﺬﻱ ﻧﻮﺷﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﻗﻀﺎ ﺭﺍ‪،‬‬
‫ﺑﺎﺩ‪ ،‬ﺁﻥ ﭘﺎﺭﻩﮐﺎﻏﺬ ﺑﻪ ﮐﻮﭼﻪ ﺩﺭﺍﻓﮑﻨﺪ‪ ،‬ﭘﻴﺶ ِ ﭘﺎﻱ ِ ﺳﻴﺎﻩﭘﻮﺵ ﻣﺮﺩﻱ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ‬
‫ﮔﻮﺭﺳﺘﺎﻥ ﺑﺎﺯﻣﻲﺁﻣﺪ ﺑﻪ ﺷﺐ ِ ﺁﺩﻳﻨﻪ‪ ،‬ﺑﺎ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻧﻲ ﺳُﺮﺥ ﻭ ﺑﺮﺁﻣﺎﺳﻴﺪﻩ ‪ -‬ﭼﺮﺍ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮ ﺗﺮﺑﺖ ِ ﻭﺍﻟﺪ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭ ﮔﺮﻳﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪- .‬‬

‫ﻭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺁﻥ ﻗﻄﻌﻪ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎﺩ ِ ﺳﺨﻦﭼﻴﻦ ﺑﺎ ﺁﻥ ﺑﻪﮔﻮﺭ ِ ﭘﺪﺭﮔﺮﻳﺴﺘﻪ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺎﻥ‬

‫ﻧﻬﺎﺩ‪:‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

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‫ﺑﻪ ﻳﮏ ﺟﻤﺠﻤﻪ‬

‫ﭘﺪﺭﺕ ﭼﻮﻥ ﮔﺮﺑﻪﻱ ِ ﺑﺎﻟﻐﻲ‬

‫ﻣﻲﻧﺎﻟﻴﺪ‬
‫ﻭ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﺕ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻧﺪﻳﺸﻪﻱ ِ ﺩﺭﺩ ِ ﻟﺬﺕﻧﺎﮎ ِ ﭘﺎﻳﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺭﻩﮔﺬﺭ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬
‫ﻗﻨﺪﺍﻗﻪﻱ ِ ﺧﺎﻟﻲﻱ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﻣﻲﺑﺎﻳﺴﺖ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﺍﺯ ﺩﻟﻘﮑﻲ ﺣﻘﻴﺮ‬
‫ﺑﻴﻨﺒﺎﺭﺩ‪،‬‬
‫ﻭ ﺍﻱ ﺑﺴﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺭﻭﻳﺎﻱ ِ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﺍﻧﻪﻱ ِ ﻣﻨﮕﻮﻟﻪﺋﻲ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮ ﻗﺒﻪﻱ ِ ﺷﺐﮐﻼﻩ ﺗﻮ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﺳﺖ ﺩﻭﺧﺖ‪.‬‬

‫ﺑﺎﺭﻱ ‪-‬‬
‫ﻭ ﺣﺮﮐﺖ ِ ﮔﺎﻩﻭﺍﺭﻩ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﻡ ِ ﻧﺎﻻﻥ ِ ﭘﺪﺭﺕ‬
‫ﺁﻏﺎﺯ ﺷﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﮔﻮﺭﺳﺘﺎﻥ ِ ﭘﻴﺮ‬
‫ﮔﺮﺳﻨﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪،‬‬
‫ﻭ ﺩﺭﺧﺘﺎﻥ ِ ﺟﻮﺍﻥ‬
‫ﮐﻮﺩﻱ ﻣﻲﺟُﺴﺘﻨﺪ !‪-‬‬

‫ﻣﺎﺟﺮﺍ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ‬

‫ﺁﺭﻱ‬
‫ﻭﺭﻧﻪ‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻧﻮﺳﺎﻥ ِ ﻣﺮﺩﺍﻥ ﻭ ﮔﺎﻩﻭﺍﺭﻩﻫﺎ‬

‫ﺑﻪ ﺟﺰ ﺑﻬﺎﻧﻪﺋﻲ‬
‫ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺍﮐﻨﻮﻥ ﺟﻤﺠﻤﻪﺍﺕ‬
‫ﻋُﺮﻳﺎﻥ‬
‫ﺑﺮ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺁﻥ ﺗﻼﺵ ﻭ ﺗﮑﺎﭘﻮﻱ ِ ﺑﻲﺣﺎﺻﻞ‬
‫ﻓﻴﻠﺴﻮﻓﺎﻧﻪ‬
‫ﻟﺐﺧﻨﺪﻱ ﻣﻲﺯﻧﺪ‪.‬‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﺣﻤﺎﻗﺘﻲ ﺧﻨﺪﻩ ﻣﻲﺯﻧﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺗﻮ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﻭﺣﺸﺖ ِ ﻣﺮﮒ‬
‫ﺑﺪﺍﻥ ﺗﻦ ﺩﺭﺩﺍﺩﻱ‪:‬‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﺯﻳﺴﺘﻦ‬
‫ﺑﺎ ﻏُﻠﻲ ﺑﺮ ﭘﺎﻱ ﻭ‬
‫ﻏﻼﺩﻩﺋﻲ ﺑﺮ ﮔﺮﺩﻥ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺯﻣﻴﻦ‬
‫ﻣﺮﺍ ﻭ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﻭ ﺍﺟﺪﺍﺩ ِ ﻣﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺑﺎﺯﻱ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬
‫ﻭ ﺍﮐﻨﻮﻥ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭ ِ ﺁﻥﮐﻪ ﺟﺎﺯ ِ ﺷﻠﺨﺘﻪﻱ ِ ﺍﺳﺮﺍﻓﻴﻞ ﺁﻏﺎﺯ ﺷﻮﺩ‬
‫ﻫﻴﭻ ﺑﻪ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻴﺶﺧﻨﺪ ﺯﺩﻥ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬

‫ﺍﻣﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺁﻥﮔﺎﻩ ﻧﻴﺰ ﺑﻨﺨﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺟﻨﺒﻴﺪ‬

‫ﺣﺘﺎ ﺑﻪ ﮔﻮﻧﻪﻱ ِ ﺣﻼﺟﺎﻥ‪،‬‬
‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ِ ﺗﻤﺎﻣﻲﻱ ِ ﺳﺎﺯﻫﺎ‬
‫ﺳُﺮﻧﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺴﻲ ﻧﺎﺧﻮﺵ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺭﻡ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

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‫ﻣﻦ ﻣﺤﮑﻮﻡ ِ ﺷﮑﻨﺠﻪﺋﻲ ﻣﻀﺎﻋﻒﺍﻡ‪:‬‬
‫ﺍﻳﻦﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺯﻳﺴﺘﻦ‪،‬‬
‫ﻭ ﺍﻳﻦﭼﻨﻴﻦ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ِ ﺷﻤﺎ ﺯﻳﺴﺘﻦ‬
‫ﺑﺎ ﺷﻤﺎ ﺯﻳﺴﺘﻦ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺩﻳﺮﻱ ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺎﺭ ِﺗﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩﻩﺍﻡ‪.‬‬

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‫ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯ ﺁﺗﺶ ﻭ ﺁﺏ‬

‫ﺳﺮ ﺩﺭﺁﻭﺭﺩﻡ‪.‬‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺗﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﻭ ﺍﺯ ﭘﺮﻧﺪﻩ‪.‬‬
‫ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯ ﺷﺎﺩﻱ ﻭ ﺩﺭﺩ‬
‫ﺳﺮ ﺩﺭﺁﻭﺭﺩﻡ‪،‬‬
‫ﮔُﻞ ِ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﻴﺪ ﺭﺍ ﺍﻣﺎ‬
‫ﻫﺮﮔﺰ ﻧﺪﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﻇﻠﻤﺖﮔﺮﺩﺍﻥ ِ ﺷﺐ‬
‫ﭼﻪﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﺗﻮﺍﻧﺪ ﺷﺪ!‬

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‫ﺩﻳﺪﻡ ﺁﻧﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻲﺷﻤﺎﺭﺍﻥ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺩﻝ ﺍﺯ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺳﻮﺩﺍﺋﻲ ﻋُﺮﻳﺎﻥ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻧﻴﺖ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ‬
‫ﻋَﻠَﻤﻲ ﮐﻨﻨﺪ ‪-‬‬
‫ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﭘﺲ ِ ﺁﻥ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﻫﺮ ﺁﻥﭼﻪ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻧﻲﺳﺖ‬
‫ﺗُﻒ ﻣﻲﮐﺮﺩﻧﺪ!‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺩﻳﺪﻡ ﺁﻧﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻲﺷﻤﺎﺭﺍﻥ‪،‬‬

‫ﻭ ﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰﻩﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻋﺪﺍﻭﺕ ِﺷﺎﻥ ﭼﻨﺪﺍﻥ ﺍﺑﻠﻬﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﻣُﺮﺩﻩﮔﺎﻥ ِ ﻋﺮﺻﻪﻱ ِ ﺟﻨﮓ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺧﻨﺪﻩ‬
‫ﺑﻲﺗﺎﺏ ﻣﻲﮐﺮﺩ;‬
‫ﻭ ﺭﺳﻢ ﻭ ﺭﺍﻩ ِ ﮐﻴﻨﻪﺟﻮﺋﻲ ِﺷﺎﻥ ﭼﻨﺪﺍﻥ ﺩﻭﺭ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﺩﻱ ﻭ ﻣﺮﺩﻣﻲ ﺑﻮﺩ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﻟﻌﻨﺖ ِ ﺍﺑﻠﻴﺲ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺑﺮ ﻣﻲﺍﻧﮕﻴﺨﺖ‪...‬‬

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‫ﺍﻱ ﮐﻼﺩﻳﻮﺱﻫﺎ!‬
‫ﻣﻦ ﺑﺮﺍﺩﺭ ِ ﺍﻭﻓﻠﻴﺎﻱ ِ ﺑﻲﺩﺳﺖﻭﭘﺎﻱﺍﻡ;‬
‫ﻭ ﺍﻣﻮﺍﺝ ِ ﭘﻬﻨﺎﺑﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺍﻭ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺍﺑﺪﻳﺖ ﻣﻲﺑُﺮﺩ‬
‫ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮﺯﻣﻴﻦ ِ ﺷﻤﺎ ﺍﻓﮑﻨﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

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‫ﺩﺭﺑﻪﺩﺭﺗﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺑﺎﺩ ﺯﻳﺴﺘﻢ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺮﺯﻣﻴﻨﻲ ﮐﻪ ﮔﻴﺎﻫﻲ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻧﻤﻲﺭﻭﻳﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺍﻱ ﺗﻴﺰﺧﺮﺍﻣﺎﻥ!‬
‫ﻟﻨﮕﻲﻱ ِ ﭘﺎﻱ ِ ﻣﻦ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﻧﺎﻫﻤﻮﺍﺭﻱﻱ ِ ﺭﺍﻩ ِ ﺷﻤﺎ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

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‫ﺑﺮﻭﻳﻢ ﺍﻱ ﻳﺎﺭ‪ ،‬ﺍﻱ ﻳﮕﺎﻧﻪﻱ ِ ﻣﻦ!‬
‫ﺩﺳﺖ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﮕﻴﺮ!‬
‫ﺳﺨﻦ ِ ﻣﻦ ﻧﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺭﺩ ِ ﺍﻳﺸﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ‪،‬‬
‫ﺧﻮﺩ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺭﺩﻱ ﺑﻮﺩ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺍﻳﺸﺎﻥﺍﻧﺪ!‬

‫ﺍﻳﻨﺎﻥ ﺩﺭﺩﻧﺪ ﻭ ﺑﻮﺩ ِ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ‬

‫ﻧﻴﺎﺯﻣﻨﺪ ِ ﺟﺮﺍﺣﺎﺕ ﺑﻪﭼﺮﮎﺍﻧﺪﺭﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪﺍﻧﺪ‪.‬‬
‫ﻭ ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ‬

‫ﮐﻪ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺑﺎ ﺯﺧﻢ ﻭ ﻓﺴﺎﺩ ﻭ ﺳﻴﺎﻫﻲ ﺑﻪ ﺟﻨﮓ ﺑﺮﺧﻴﺰﻱ‬

‫ﮐﻤﺮ ﺑﻪ ﮐﻴﻦﺍﺕ ﺍﺳﺘﻮﺍﺭﺗﺮ ﻣﻲﺑﻨﺪﻧﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺑﺮﻭﻳﻢ ﺍﻱ ﻳﺎﺭ‪ ،‬ﺍﻱ ﻳﮕﺎﻧﻪﻱ ِ ﻣﻦ!‬

‫ﺑﺮﻭﻳﻢ ﻭ‪ ،‬ﺩﺭﻳﻐﺎ! ﺑﻪ ﻫﻢﭘﺎﺋﻲﻱ ِ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻧﻮﻣﻴﺪﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻑﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﻫﻢﭘﺎﺋﻲﻱ ِ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻳﻘﻴﻦ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﻫﺮ ﭼﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻳﺸﺎﻥ ﺩﻭﺭﺗﺮ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﻳﻢ‬
‫ﺣﻘﻴﻘﺖ ِ ﺍﻳﺸﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺁﺷﮑﺎﺭﻩﺗﺮ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﻲﻳﺎﺑﻴﻢ!‬

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‫ﺑﺎ ﭼﻪ ﻋﺸﻖ ﻭ ﭼﻪ ﺑﻪﺷﻮﺭ‬

‫ﻓﻮﺍﺭﻩﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺭﻧﮕﻴﻦﮐﻤﺎﻥ ﻧﺸﺎ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﻭﻳﺮﺍﻧﻪﺭﺑﺎﻁ ِ ﻧﻔﺮﺗﻲ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺷﺎﺥﺳﺎﺭﺍﻥ ِ ﻫﺮ ﺩﺭﺧﺖﺍﺵ‬

‫ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﻲﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﻗﻌﺮ ِ ﺟﻬﻨﻢ‬

‫ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻃﺮﻩﺋﻲ ﺍﻫﺮﻳﻤﻦﺷﺎﺩ‬
‫ﺍﺷﺎﺭﺕ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻭ ﺩﺭﻳﻐﺎ ‪ -‬ﺍﻱ ﺁﺷﻨﺎﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻥ ِ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻱ ﻫﻢﺳﻔﺮ ِ ﮔﺮﻳﺰ! ‪-‬‬

‫ﺁﻥﻫﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻨﺪ ﭼﻪ ﺑﻲﮔﻨﺎﻩ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺩﻭﺯﺥ ِ ﺑﻲﻋﺪﺍﻟﺖ ﺳﻮﺧﺘﻪﺍﻡ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺷﻤﺎﺭﻩ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﮔﻨﺎﻫﺎﻥ ِ ﺗﻮ ﮐﻢﺗﺮﻧﺪ!‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

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‫ﺍﮐﻨﻮﻥ ﺭَﺧﺖ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮﺍﭼﻪﻱ ِ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻧﻲ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﮐﺸﻴﺪ‪.‬‬
‫ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ِ ﺁﺧﺮﻳﻦ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﻱ ِ ﺗﻨﻬﺎﻱ ِ ﺁﻥ‬
‫ﺗﻮﺋﻲ‪.‬‬

‫ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ِ ﺭﻭﺷﻦ‬
‫ﺳﺮﭘﻮﺵ ِ ﺑﻠﻮﺭﻳﻦ ِ ﺑﺎﻏﻲ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺗﻮ ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﮔُﻞ ِ ﺁﻥ‪ ،‬ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﺯﻧﺒﻮﺭ ِ ﺁﻧﻲ‪.‬‬
‫ﺑﺎﻏﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺗﻮ‬
‫ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﺩﺭﺧﺖ ِ ﺁﻧﻲ‬
‫ﻭ ﺑﺮ ﺁﻥ ﺩﺭﺧﺖ‬
‫ﮔﻠﻲﺳﺖ ﻳﮕﺎﻧﻪ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺗﻮﺋﻲ‪.‬‬

‫ﺍﻱ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ﻭ ﺩﺭﺧﺖ ﻭ ﺑﺎﻍ ِ ﻣﻦ‪ ،‬ﮔُﻞ ﻭ ﺯﻧﺒﻮﺭ ﻭ ﮐﻨﺪﻭﻱ ِ ﻣﻦ!‬

‫ﺑﺎ ﺯﻣﺰﻣﻪﻱ ِ ﺗﻮ‬
‫ﺍﮐﻨﻮﻥ ﺭﺧﺖ ﺑﻪ ﮔﺴﺘﺮﻩﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻲ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﮐﺸﻴﺪ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﺭﻭﻳﺎﻱ ِ ﺁﻥ‬
‫ﺗﻮﺋﻲ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

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‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻋﻄﺮ ِ ﺧﺎﮐﺴﺘﺮﻱﻱ ِ ﻫﻮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﻧﺰﺩﻳﮑﻲﻱ ِ ﺻﺒﺢ ﺳﺨﻦ‬
‫ﻣﻲﮔﻮﻳﺪ‪.‬‬
‫ﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﺁﺑﺴﺘﻦ ِ ﺭﻭﺯﻱ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬
‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺯﻣﺰﻣﻪﻱ ِ ﺳﭙﻴﺪﻩ‬
‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺏ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺗﮏﺗﮏ‪ ،‬ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﻫﺎ ﺁﺏ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﻧﺪ‬

‫ﻭ ﺷﺐ‬
‫ﺑﺮﻳﺪﻩﺑﺮﻳﺪﻩ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﺳﺎﻳﻪﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺧُﺮﺩ ﺗﺠﺰﻳﻪ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﺩ‬
‫ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﭘﺲ ِ ﻫﺮ ﭼﻴﺰ‬
‫ﭘﻨﺎﻫﻲ ﻣﻲﺟﻮﻳﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﻭ ﻧﺴﻴﻢ ِ ﺧﻨﮏ ِ ﺑﺎﻣﺪﺍﺩﻱ‬

‫ﭼﻮﻧﺎﻥ ﻧﻮﺍﺯﺷﻲﺳﺖ‪.‬‬

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‫ﻋﺸﻖ ِ ﻣﺎ ﺩﻫﮑﺪﻩﺋﻲﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﻫﺮﮔﺰ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﻧﻤﻲﺭﻭﺩ‬

‫ﻧﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺷﺒﺎﻥ ﻭ‬
‫ﻧﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺭﻭﺯ‪،‬‬
‫ﻭ ﺟﻨﺒﺶ ﻭ ﺷﻮﺭ ِ ﺣﻴﺎﺕ‬
‫ﻳﮏ ﺩَﻡ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻓﺮﻭﻧﻤﻲﻧﺸﻴﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﻫﻨﮕﺎﻡ ِ ﺁﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺩﻧﺪﺍﻥﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ‬

‫ﺩﺭ ﺑﻮﺳﻪﺋﻲ ﻃﻮﻻﻧﻲ‬
‫ﭼﻮﻥ ﺷﻴﺮﻱ ﮔﺮﻡ‬
‫ﺑﻨﻮﺷﻢ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺗﺎ ﺩﺳﺖ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺁﺭﻡ‬

‫ﺍﺯ ﮐﺪﺍﻣﻴﻦ ﮐﻮﻩ ﻣﻲﺑﺎﻳﺪﻡ ﮔﺬﺷﺖ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﺑﮕﺬﺭﻡ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﮐﺪﺍﻣﻴﻦ ﺻﺤﺮﺍ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﮐﺪﺍﻣﻴﻦ ﺩﺭﻳﺎ ﻣﻲﺑﺎﻳﺪﻡ ﮔﺬﺷﺖ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﺑﮕﺬﺭﻡ‪.‬‬

‫ﺭﻭﺯﻱ ﮐﻪ ﺍﻳﻦﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺑﻪ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲ ﺁﻏﺎﺯ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﺩ‬

‫]ﺑﻪ ﻫﻨﮕﺎﻣﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺁﺧﺮﻳﻦ ﮐﻠﻤﺎﺕ ِ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﮏ ِ ﻏﻢﻧﺎﻣﻪﻱ ِ ﮔﺬﺷﺘﻪ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎ ﺷﺒﻲ ﮐﻪ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﮔﺬﺭ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺑﻪ ﻓﺮﺍﻣﻮﺷﻲﻱ ِ ﺑﺎﺩ ِ ﺷﺒﺎﻧﻪ ﺳﭙﺮﺩﻩﺍﻡ[‪،‬‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ِ ﺁﻥ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺣﺴﺮﺕ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺑﮕﺬﺭﺩ‪.‬‬
‫ﺗﻮ ﺑﺎﺩ ﻭ ﺷﮑﻮﻓﻪ ﻭ ﻣﻴﻮﻩﺋﻲ‪ ،‬ﺍﻱ ﻫﻤﻪﻱ ِ ﻓﺼﻮﻝ ِ ﻣﻦ!‬
‫ﺑﺮ ﻣﻦ ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺳﺎﻟﻲ ﺑﮕﺬﺭ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﺟﺎﻭﺩﺍﻧﻪﮔﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺁﻏﺎﺯ ﮐﻨﻢ‪.‬‬
‫‪ ١١‬ﺗﻴﺮ ِ ‪١٣۴٢‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﻟﺒﺎﻥﺍﺕ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﻇﺮﺍﻓﺖ ِ ﺷﻌﺮ‬
‫ﺷﻬﻮﺍﻧﻲﺗﺮﻳﻦ ِ ﺑﻮﺳﻪﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺷﺮﻣﻲ ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﻣﺒﺪﻝ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺟﺎﻥﺩﺍﺭ ِ ﻏﺎﺭﻧﺸﻴﻦ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﺳﻮﺩ ﻣﻲﺟﻮﻳﺪ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺻﻮﺭﺕ ِ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ ﺩﺭﺁﻳﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﻭ ﮔﻮﻧﻪﻫﺎﻱﺍﺕ‬
‫ﺑﺎ ﺩﻭ ﺷﻴﺎﺭ ِ ﻣﻮﺭّﺏ‪،‬‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﻏﺮﻭﺭ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﻫﺪﺍﻳﺖ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻨﺪ ﻭ‬
‫ﺳﺮﻧﻮﺷﺖ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺷﺐ ﺭﺍ ﺗﺤﻤﻞ ﮐﺮﺩﻩﺍﻡ‬
‫ﺑﻲﺁﻥﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭ ِ ﺻﺒﺢ‬
‫ﻣﺴﻠﺢ ﺑﻮﺩﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﻢ‪،‬‬
‫ﻭ ﺑﮑﺎﺭﺗﻲ ﺳﺮﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺭﻭﺳﺒﻲﺧﺎﻧﻪﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺩﺍﺩﻭﺳﺘﺪ‬
‫ﺳﺮﺑﻪﻣُﻬﺮ ﺑﺎﺯﺁﻭﺭﺩﻩﺍﻡ‪.‬‬

‫ﻫﺮﮔﺰ ﮐﺴﻲ ﺍﻳﻦﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﻓﺠﻴﻊ ﺑﻪ ﮐﺸﺘﻦ ِ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺑﺮﻧﺨﺎﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺑﻪ ﺯﻧﺪﻩﮔﻲ‬

‫ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻢ!‬

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‫ﻭ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥﺍﺕ ﺭﺍﺯ ِ ﺁﺗﺶ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬

‫ﻭ ﻋﺸﻖﺍﺕ ﭘﻴﺮﻭﺯﻱﻱ ِ ﺁﺩﻣﻲﺳﺖ‬

‫ﻫﻨﮕﺎﻣﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺟﻨﮓ ِ ﺗﻘﺪﻳﺮ ﻣﻲﺷﺘﺎﺑﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻭ ﺁﻏﻮﺵﺍﺕ‬
‫ﺍﻧﺪﮎ ﺟﺎﺋﻲ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ِ ﺯﻳﺴﺘﻦ‬
‫ﺍﻧﺪﮎ ﺟﺎﺋﻲ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ِ ﻣﺮﺩﻥ‬
‫ﻭ ﮔﺮﻳﺰ ِ ﺍﺯ ﺷﻬﺮ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﻫﺰﺍﺭ ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺖ‬
‫ﺑﻪﻭﻗﺎﺣﺖ‬
‫ﭘﺎﮐﻲﻱ ِ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﻣﺘﻬﻢ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﮐﻮﻩ ﺑﺎ ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﺳﻨﮓﻫﺎ ﺁﻏﺎﺯ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﺩ‬

‫ﻭ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ ﺑﺎ ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﺩﺭﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﻦ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻧﻲﻱ ِ ﺳﺘﻢﮔﺮﻱ ﺑﻮﺩ‬

‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺁﻭﺍﺯ ِ ﺯﻧﺠﻴﺮﺵ ﺧﻮ ﻧﻤﻲﮐﺮﺩ ‪-‬‬
‫ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎ ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺁﻏﺎﺯ ﺷﺪﻡ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﻮﻓﺎﻥﻫﺎ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺭﻗﺺ ِ ﻋﻈﻴﻢ ِ ﺗﻮ‬
‫ﺑﻪﺷﮑﻮﻩﻣﻨﺪﻱ‬
‫ﻧﻲﻟﺒﮑﻲ ﻣﻲﻧﻮﺍﺯﻧﺪ‪،‬‬
‫ﻭ ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﻱ ِ ﺭﮒﻫﺎﻱﺍﺕ‬
‫ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺏ ِ ﻫﻤﻴﺸﻪ ﺭﺍ ﻃﺎﻟﻊ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭ ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺑﺮﺁﻳﻢ‬

‫ﮐﻪ ﮐﻮﭼﻪﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺷﻬﺮ‬
‫ﺣﻀﻮﺭ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﺑﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺩﺳﺘﺎﻥﺍﺕ ﺁﺷﺘﻲ ﺍﺳﺖ‬

‫ﻭ ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺎﻧﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻳﺎﺭﻱ ﻣﻲﺩﻫﻨﺪ‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺗﺎ ﺩﺷﻤﻨﻲ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﻳﺎﺩ‬
‫ﺑﺮﺩﻩ ﺷﻮﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﭘﻴﺸﺎﻧﻲﺍﺕ ﺁﻳﻨﻪﺋﻲ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﺍﺳﺖ‬

‫ﺗﺎﺏﻧﺎﮎ ﻭ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ‪،‬‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺮﺍﻥ ِ ﻫﻔﺖﮔﺎﻧﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻣﻲﻧﮕﺮﻧﺪ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻳﺎﺑﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺩﻭ ﭘﺮﻧﺪﻩﻱ ِ ﺑﻲﻃﺎﻗﺖ ﺩﺭ ﺳﻴﻨﻪﺍﺕ ﺁﻭﺍﺯ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺗﺎﺑﺴﺘﺎﻥ ﺍﺯ ﮐﺪﺍﻣﻴﻦ ﺭﺍﻩ ﻓﺮﺍ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺭﺳﻴﺪ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﻋﻄﺶ‬
‫ﺁﺏﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﮔﻮﺍﺭﺍﺗﺮ ﮐﻨﺪ؟‬

‫ﺗﺎ ﺩﺭ ﺁﺋﻴﻨﻪ ﭘﺪﻳﺪﺍﺭ ﺁﺋﻲ‬

‫ﻋﻤﺮﻱ ﺩﺭﺍﺯ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻧﮕﺮﻳﺴﺘﻢ‬
‫ﻣﻦ ﺑﺮﮐﻪﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﮔﺮﻳﺴﺘﻢ‬
‫ﺍﻱ ﭘﺮﻱﻭﺍﺭ ِ ﺩﺭ ﻗﺎﻟﺐ ِ ﺁﺩﻣﻲ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﭘﻴﮑﺮﺕ ﺟﺰ ﺩﺭ ﺧُﻠﻮﺍﺭﻩﻱ ِ ﻧﺎﺭﺍﺳﺘﻲ ﻧﻤﻲﺳﻮﺯﺩ! ‪-‬‬
‫ﺣﻀﻮﺭﺕ ﺑﻬﺸﺘﻲﺳﺖ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﮔﺮﻳﺰ ِ ﺍﺯ ﺟﻬﻨﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺗﻮﺟﻴﻪ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪،‬‬
‫ﺩﺭﻳﺎﺋﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺧﻮﺩ ﻏﺮﻕ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﺍﺯ ﻫﻤﻪ ﮔﻨﺎﻫﺎﻥ ﻭ ﺩﺭﻭﻍ‬
‫ﺷﺴﺘﻪ ﺷﻮﻡ‪.‬‬

‫ﻭ ﺳﭙﻴﺪﻩﺩﻡ ﺑﺎ ﺩﺳﺖﻫﺎﻱﺍﺕ ﺑﻴﺪﺍﺭ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﺑﻬﻤﻦ ِ ‪١٣۴٢‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻣﻴﻌﺎﺩ‬

‫ﺩﺭ ﻓﺮﺍﺳﻮﻱ ِ ﻣﺮﺯﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺗﻦﺍﺕ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺭﻡ‪.‬‬

‫ﺁﻳﻨﻪﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺷﺐﭘﺮﻩﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻣﺸﺘﺎﻕ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺪﻩ‬

‫ﺭﻭﺷﻨﻲ ﻭ ﺷﺮﺍﺏ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ِ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﻭ ﮐﻤﺎﻥ ِ ﮔﺸﺎﺩﻩﻱ ِ ﭘُﻞ‬
‫ﭘﺮﻧﺪﻩﻫﺎ ﻭ ﻗﻮﺱ ﻭ ﻗﺰﺡ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺪﻩ‬
‫ﻭ ﺭﺍﻩ ِ ﺁﺧﺮﻳﻦ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﭘﺮﺩﻩﺋﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻲﺯﻧﻲ ﻣﮑﺮﺭ ﮐﻦ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺩﺭ ﻓﺮﺍﺳﻮﻱ ِ ﻣﺮﺯﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺗﻦﺍﻡ‬

‫ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺭﻡ‪.‬‬

‫ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﺩﻭﺭﺩﺳﺖ ِ ﺑﻌﻴﺪ‬

‫ﮐﻪ ﺭﺳﺎﻟﺖ ِ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﻡﻫﺎ ﭘﺎﻳﺎﻥ ﻣﻲﭘﺬﻳﺮﺩ‬
‫ﻭ ﺷﻌﻠﻪ ﻭ ﺷﻮﺭ ِ ﺗﭙﺶﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺶﻫﺎ‬
‫ﺑﻪﺗﻤﺎﻣﻲ‬
‫ﻓﺮﻭﻣﻲﻧﺸﻴﻨﺪ‬
‫ﻭ ﻫﺮ ﻣﻌﻨﺎ ﻗﺎﻟﺐ ِ ﻟﻔﻆ ﺭﺍ ﻭﺍﻣﻲﮔﺬﺍﺭﺩ‬
‫ﭼﻨﺎﻥﭼﻮﻥ ﺭﻭﺣﻲ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺟﺴﺪ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﭘﺎﻳﺎﻥ ِ ﺳﻔﺮ‪،‬‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﺑﻪ ﻫﺠﻮﻡ ِ ﮐﺮﮐﺲﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﭘﺎﻳﺎﻥﺍﺵ ﻭﺍﻧﻬﺪ‪...‬‬

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‫ﺩﺭ ﻓﺮﺍﺳﻮﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻋﺸﻖ‬

‫ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺭﻡ‪،‬‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﻓﺮﺍﺳﻮﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﭘﺮﺩﻩ ﻭ ﺭﻧﮓ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺩﺭ ﻓﺮﺍﺳﻮﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﭘﻴﮑﺮﻫﺎﻱ ِﻣﺎﻥ‬

‫ﺑﺎ ﻣﻦ ﻭﻋﺪﻩﻱ ِ ﺩﻳﺪﺍﺭﻱ ﺑﺪﻩ‪.‬‬
‫ﺍﺭﺩﻳﺒﻬﺸﺖ ِ ‪ ،١٣۴٣‬ﺷﻴﺮﮔﺎﻩ‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺟﺎﺩﻩ‪ ،‬ﺁﻥ ﺳﻮﻱ ﭘُﻞ‬

‫ﻣﺮﺍ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰﻩﻱ ِ ﺳﻔﺮ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬

‫ﻣﺮﺍ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻫﻮﺍﻱ ِ ﺳﻔﺮﻱ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬

‫ﻗﻄﺎﺭﻱ ﮐﻪ ﻧﻴﻢﺷﺒﺎﻥ ﻧﻌﺮﻩﮐﺸﺎﻥ ﺍﺯ ﺩِﻩ ِ ﻣﺎ ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺭﺩ‬

‫ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ ﮐﻮﭼﮏ ﻧﻤﻲﮐﻨﺪ‬
‫ﻭ ﺟﺎﺩﻩﺋﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﮔُﺮﺩﻩﻱ ِ ﭘُﻞ ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺭﺩ‬
‫ﺁﺭﺯﻭﻱ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﺩ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﺍﻓﻖﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻧﻤﻲﺑﺮﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﺁﺩﻡﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺑﻮﻱﻧﺎﮐﻲﻱ ِ ﺩﻧﻴﺎﻫﺎﺷﺎﻥ‬

‫ﻳﮏﺳﺮ‬
‫ﺩﻭﺯﺧﻲﺳﺖ ﺩﺭ ﮐﺘﺎﺑﻲ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺁﻥ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﻟﻐﺖﺑﻪﻟﻐﺖ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺑَﺮ ﮐﺮﺩﻩﺍﻡ‬
‫ﺗﺎ ﺭﺍﺯ ِ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ِ ﺍﻧﺰﻭﺍ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺩﺭﻳﺎﺑﻢ ‪-‬‬
‫ﺭﺍﺯ ِ ﻋﻤﻴﻖ ِ ﭼﺎﻩ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺍﺑﺘﺬﺍﻝ ِ ﻋﻄﺶ‪.‬‬
‫ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭ ﺗﺎ ﻣﮑﺎﻥﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﺦ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺍﻧﺪﺭ ﺷﻮﺩ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﺳﻮﻱ ِ ﭘُﻞ ِ ﺩِﻩ‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻤﻴﺎﺯﻩﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻲ ﺟﺎﻭﺩﺍﻧﻪ ﺩﻫﺎﻥ ﮔﺸﻮﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‬
‫ﻭ ﺳﺮﮔﺮﺩﺍﻧﻲﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺟُﺴﺖﻭﺟﻮ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺷﻴﺐﮔﺎﻩ ِ ﮔُﺮﺩﻩﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﮐﻠﺒﻪﻱ ِ ﭘﺎﺑﺮﺟﺎﻱ ِ ﻣﺎ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﭘﻴﭻ ِ ﺩﻭﺭﺩﺳﺖ ِ ﺟﺎﺩﻩ‬
‫ﻣﻲﮔﺮﻳﺰﺍﻧﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﻣﺮﺍ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‬
‫ﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰﻩﻱ ِ ﺳﻔﺮ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺣﻘﻴﻘﺖ ِ ﻧﺎﺑﺎﻭﺭ‬
‫ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥ ِ ﺑﻴﺪﺍﺭﻱﮐﺸﻴﺪﻩ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺯﻳﺎﻓﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ‪:‬‬
‫ﺭﻭﻳﺎﻱ ِ ﺩﻝﭘﺬﻳﺮ ِ ﺯﻳﺴﺘﻦ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻲ ﭘﺎﺩﺭﺟﺎﻱﺗﺮ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﮒ‪،‬‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﭘﻴﺶﺗﺮ ﮐﻪ ﻧﻮﻣﻴﺪﻱﻱ ِ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭ‬
‫ﺗﻠﺦﺗﺮﻳﻦ ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﺗﻬﻲﺩﺳﺘﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺯ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﻭ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻌﺒﺪ ِ ﺳﺘﺎﻳﺶﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬

‫ﻓﺮﻭﺩ ﺁﻣﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻧﻲ ﺩﺭ ﻗﻠﻢﺭﻭ ِ ﺷﮕﻔﺖﺯﺩﻩﻱ ِ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ِ ﻣﻦ‬

‫ﺩﺭ ﻗﻠﻢﺭﻭ ِ ﺷﮕﻔﺖﺯﺩﻩﻱ ِ ﺩﺳﺘﺎﻥ ِ ﭘﺮﺳﺘﻨﺪﻩﺍﻡ‪.‬‬
‫ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻧﻲ ﺑﺎ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺍﺑﻌﺎﺩﺵ ‪ -‬ﻓﺎﺭﻍ ﺍﺯ ﻧﺰﺩﻳﮑﻲ ﻭ ﺑُﻌﺪ ‪-‬‬
‫ﮐﻪ ﺩﺳﺖﺧﻮﺵ ِ ﺯﻭﺍﻳﺎﻱ ِ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻧﻤﻲﺷﻮﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﺑﺎ ﻃﺒﻴﻌﺖ ِ ﻫﻤﻪﮔﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﻴﮕﺎﻧﻪﺋﻲ‬

‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻴﻨﻨﺪﻩ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺍﺯ ﺳﻼﻣﺖ ِ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﮔﻤﺎﻥ ﻣﻲﺍﻓﮑﻨﺪ‬
‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺩﻭﺭﻱ ﻭ ﻧﺰﺩﻳﮑﻲ ﺭﺍ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﻋﻈﻤﺖ ِ ﺍﻭ‬
‫ﺗﺎﺀﺛﻴﺮ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‬
‫ﻭ ﻧﮕﺎﻩﻫﺎ‬
‫ﺩﺭ ﺁﺳﺘﺎﻥ ِ ﺭﻭﻳﺖ ِ ﺍﻭ‬
‫ﻗﺎﻧﻮﻧﻲ ﺍﺯﻟﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺑﺪﻱ ﺭﺍ‬

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‫ﺑﺮ ﺧﺎﮎ‬
‫ﻣﻲﺭﻳﺰﻧﺪ‪...‬‬

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‫ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ‬
‫ﺑﻪ ﻣﻌﺒﺪ ِ ﺳﺘﺎﻳﺶ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺑﺎﺯﺁﻣﺪﻩﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬
‫ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻌﺒﺪ ِ ﺳﺘﺎﻳﺶ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬
‫ﺑﺎﺯﺁﻣﺪﻩﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬
‫ﺭﺍﻫﺐ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‬
‫ﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰﻩﻱ ِ ﺳﻔﺮ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬
‫ﺭﺍﻫﺐ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‬
‫ﻫﻮﺍﻱ ِ ﺳﻔﺮﻱ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬
‫ﺍﺭﺩﻳﺒﻬﺸﺖ ِ ‪ ،١٣۴٣‬ﺷﻴﺮﮔﺎﻥ‬

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