In memory of G.H.Gharib

December 14 is the 6th anniversary death of Gholam Hossein Gharib(G.H.Gharib). May his soul rest in peace forever.

                               Schoenberg portrait-going-self 1911
Remembrance

Remembrance is a golden chain
Death tries to break,
but all in vain.
To have, to love, and then to part
Is the greatest sorrow of one's heart.
The years may wipe out many things
But some they wipe out never.
Like memories of those happy times
When we were all together.

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

WHO IS ARTIST(GH.GHARIB)

G.H.Gharib

Artist is someone who has the passion to live, who wants to live his own true self; this is it, and nothing more. However, living this (artistic) true self is uber difficult in the current situation of the human societies, as after ages and eras this "self" became habituated and therefore imprisoned itself by its own self-made conditions and strong clamps of formalities, etiquettes and manners.

Those who become enlightened and through self-realization discover the infinite latent potentials of the human being, they achieved the wisdom to unveil the wonders and attributes which are unusual to the general. From the perspective of eternal cosmos they achieved an exalted level of mystical humanity which is in disagreement and discordant with this myth of mankind's obligation.

Artist (which is somehow free from boundaries of time and space in expanding and manifesting itself) wants to live this humanity. Who profoundly and as far as limits of his own creative mind, wants to emerge fresher and more transcendent manifestations of reality of human being. To simply be a human.

Translated by:Maani Gharib

Nima Yushij

My Home Is Cloudy
Cloudy is my home
The earth all over is clouded by it.
Dark, drunk and faltering
The wind whirls over the mountain pass.
The world all over is faltering.
And my spirits!
O Flute player! Where are you?
Gone to the far side of the road with your solo song.
Cloudy is my home but
cloud has begun to rain.
Dreaming my lost bright days,
I behold my sun on the sea.
The world all over is dark
And drunk by the wind.
And there! On the road--
The Flute player
Ever playing his flute
Going on his way
In this cloudy world.


Translated by: Farideh Hassanzadeh
Edited by: Christina Pacosz