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Sadat Nasar Poem
One day, a star said to the crescent in the sky,
"How do the people of our homeland admire you so beautifully?"
The crescent replied, "I have learned the ways of love and union,
But you are distant from it, suffering in foreign lands."
The star said, "I am also not happy with this homeland,
They see me as just a light of a distant future."
The crescent replied, "These people are intoxicated with love without equal,
But you do not share in their joys and happiness."
The star said, "I am lost in the imagination of my own time,
I have seen once, the flowers stained with blood."
Copyright © Sadat Nasar | Year Posted 2024
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Sadat Nasar Poem
There was a battle within me
A silent war amidst my own people
the reason for which I could never understand.
In this conflict I was fighting with myself
driven by an intense longing for something.
Suddenly everything fades away
the fog lifts and I see you in my dreams. Even in that dream I lose you somewhere.
When I couldn’t bear the pain of this loss I woke up from my dream
Only to remember that you are unattainable even in my dreams.
I wish for you in the dreams within my dreams
But you are so precious and unique that even there you remain beyond my reach.
I feel helpless just thinking of you.
I am so unlucky that whatever I touch whatever I desire never becomes mine.
Copyright © Sadat Nasar | Year Posted 2025
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When I am intoxicated, I rise beyond myself, like fragrance escaping from a blooming flower.
My heart, burdened by sorrow, lifts itself high, like a flower breaking free from the confines of a grave.
I leave behind my heavy, lifeless body,
And soar on the wings of boundless imagination. I traverse the skies, reaching the seventh heaven,
Seeking fountains of life and radiant homes of light.
I have no need for the wine of the cupbearer. I follow the path of my galloping thoughts. It thrives on colors of vibrant existence.
This ecstasy, this love, this beauty, this allure. When I gaze into the eyes of my beloved,It feels as though I steal light from every gesture.
I fill my cup with the hues of twilight my eyes reddened by the intoxication of their beauty. How futile a life you have lived, O preacher, blind to the flame of longing and search.
You bowed to rituals, chose hollow scholars, while the soil of shattered dreams remained untouched.
Like a candle melting in its own flame, yet never transforming into sweet nectar or bliss. The heart stayed chained by the weight of reason, never soaring, never opening to the spring's embrace.
Your life has ended, your quest is over, O seeker. Exhausted, your weary head rests in the earth's cradle.
Like a flower’s fleeting scent, brief in its glory, or a river’s waves vanishing into the vastness of the sea.
Copyright © Sadat Nasar | Year Posted 2025
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Sadat Nasar Poem
She saw the rain and yearned to dance in its embrace, just as a duck is drawn to water, eager and unrestrained.
Copyright © Sadat Nasar | Year Posted 2025
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