پرگشودن به خیال (سرزمین بجواز)

پرگشودن به خیال (سرزمین بجواز)

 

 

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تو این دیار زیبا

تو مأمن “کازاک” ها*

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یه آدمی نشسته

ازغُصه دست شسته

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داره هوای پرواز

به سرزمین "بجواز"**...

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به جایی که پلنگاش

آرومترن ز میشاش

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باریکه های آباش

وصلن همه به دریاش

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جغداش روزام بیدارن

شب مردمش به کارن

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همه با هم ندارن

بذر امید میکارن

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چرنده هاشون خوش خو

پهن هاشونم خوش بو

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دلا همه بهاره

باغا پر از اناره

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قله ها توی ابره

بالاشم هس ستاره

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وقتیکه زد سپیده

خروسه هنوز خوابیده

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باغبون اونجا شاهه

صورتا مثل ماهه

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لباسا رنگین کمون

فکرا رنگ آسمون

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خوراکها همه تازه ن

سوسکاشونم، چه ناز ن!

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مست به ضرب سازن

سرها به کلی بازن

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ماشینا دود نمی دن

آشغال به رود نمی دن

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زندون مال قدیماس

جاش حالا توی فیلماس

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ترسم یه جور افسونس

خشم  نمیدونن چی هس

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فحش بزرگ اونجا

خساست هست و ریا

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کسی فکر بهشت نیست

پس ندارن تروریست

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نشون رشد و فرهنگ

نه فحشه، نه دود، نه جنگ

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قانون از گل اومده

اصل یک: طراوته

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کشور ندیدم اونجا

نه پاسپورتی نه ویزا

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همه جا مال همس

تا میخوای بکش نفس

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مسافرت آزاده

سرکشی حد باده

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سالما دین ندارن

دینداراشون بیمارن

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ولی پس از مداوا

زودی میشن سر به را

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آدما با حیوونا

حرف میزنن با ایما

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زبونشون یکی نیس

اما دلاشون یکیس

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عدالت اونجا جرمه

پس کاراشون رو فرمه

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بلد نیستن خیانت

از بس دیدن محبت

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سخنرانی، موزیکه

حرفا همه ریتمیکه

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بچه که دنیا میاد

طبلا صداش در میاد

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بی گریه و بی فریاد

با خنده دنیا میاد

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(این دنیا که نمیاد

چرا کُنه جیغ و داد؟)

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دخترا نازکن نیستن

مردونه پات وامیستن

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پسرها چشم و دل سیر

پی خوشی با تدبیر

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عاقله زنها کم گو

عاقله مردا پُرمو

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پیرا چه زن چه مردش

زنده دل و پُر کشش

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وقتی کسی میمیره

بوی گند نمیگیره

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تبدیل میشه زود به خاک

باد میبرش به افلاک

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مُردن یه جورحالته

انسان با اون راحته

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هر کی به حدش زنده س

بعد هم که خاطرش هس

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نگه میدارن نشاط

حتی با مرگ و وفات

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خلاصه در رفاهن

بی لشگر و سپاهن ...

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فکر منم که اونجاس

تنم مهم نیس کجاس

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پیش همون سرزمین

همون جای دلنشین

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جایی که نیستش انگار

تو کله مه اون بیدار

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(که این خودش کافیه

مگه فرقی هم داره؟)

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دنیای "هست" همینطور

باز تو سرم خورده دور

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اینم بی فکر من نیست

یعنی شناختنی نیست

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چه واقعی چه رؤیا

میمیرم واسه اونجا

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اونجا فکرم آزاده

دارم خودم اراده

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چون من ساختم اونجا را

اسممو گذاشتن خدا

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اما نمی پرستن

منو، مردم نخواستن

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منم نخواستم اونجا

بشم یه فرمانروا

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فقط خلقشون کردم

کاری دیگه نکردم

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نماینده نذاشتم

جای خودم نکاشتم

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چرا کنم من ویرون

زندگیشون با فرمون

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طبیعتشون که هست

چرا هوا کنن دست؟

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از من نشونی بخوان

وقتی میدونن کُجان

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برای من اون دیار

یه مأمنه و یه یار

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من ازونا ممنونم

که میگذارن بمونم

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اما فقط بهر حال

نه انقلابِ احوال

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اینه که کار ندارم

به کارشون؛ بیکارم!؟

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اگر بیرونم کنن

از خودشون برونن

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دلم به کی خوش باشه؟

فکرم کجا رها شه؟

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تو این دنیای واهی؟

که پُرِ از خودخواهی؟

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کجا بره خیالم؟

پرواز کنه یه عالم؟:

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"به کی بگم الاغها

عارف ترن ز ماها

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کجا بگم مگس ها

یا پشه ها و کک ها

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مزاحمت ندارن

بسکه ملاها دارن

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کی دیده چند تا حیوون

بجنگن سر ایمون؟

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کجا بوده که میشی

بشه آمر کیشی؟

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کِی بوده که پلنگی

بده دستور جنگی؟

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کی شنیده گوسفنده

آدم کشته با خنده؟

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گاوه کجای دنیا

کشته خبرنگارها

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بزغاله کِی ممکنه

کشور گشایی کنه؟

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کِی گوساله قات زده؟

دس به مهمات زده؟

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خوکه بود تو منجلاب

میزد زن بد حجاب؟

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یا قتل زنجیره ای

انجام میداد بعبعی؟!"

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اینها همون حیوونان

که یا خوراک ماهان

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یا بهشون فحش میدیم

یا بهشون هُش میگیم

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اما خودامون انگار

پاکیم و گـُـنده افگار

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اشرف مخلوقاتیمو

آقای کائناتیمو

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بزرگای زمینیمو

سرور کهکشونیمو...

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اما ازونجا که من

غول نیستم یا سوپرمن

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یه آدم عادیم

کوچیکم و خاکیم

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این صِفاتو نمی خوام

دیگه کافیه درام

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این بازی دیگه بسه

خستم ازش، خسّه

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دنیای نوی خودم

حرف نداره بیش و کم

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هر چی اراده کنم

دو سوته خلق میکنم

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اکثرا توش شادیه

تا حدش آزادیه

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فقیر و پولدار داره

اما بسته به کاره

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هر کی تنبل نباشه

میتونه پولدار باشه

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هر کی ام تنبل باشه

اونقد هست که نپاشه!

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فقیرا با پولدارا

اصلا ندارن دعوا

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همه به عشق فردا

پیکاشون میره بالا!

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آزاده جشن، عیش ونوش

آخوند بیمار نیس توش

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ضدحال اونجا داریم

جنگ و جدال نداریم

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تضاد واسه قشنگیش

واسه دنیای رنگیش

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واسه جلای رؤیام

واسه مردم دنیام

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توش فت و فراوونه

درک اونم آسونه

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بی تضاد یکنواخته

یکنواختی هم سخته

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من بسیار راضیم

که توی این بازیم

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نه بازی گردون منم

نه دارم باشون صنم

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فقط همین که دارم

تو دنیاشون راه میرم

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واسم یه دنیا سوده

حد آرزوم بوده

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اصلا اونها را کاشتم

چون من احتیاج داشتم!

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ولی همین طور خوبه

گنده گویی محکومه

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بیشتر چیزی نمی خوام

همینقد بسه برام

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کاری ندارین باهام؟

پس می پرم تو رؤیام!

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*- کازاک یا قزاق: به کسی گویند که از قبیله، شهر یا وطن خود مهاجرت می‌کند و به مکان و قوم دیگری می‌پیوندد، که اغلب ناشی از ظلم و ستم است.

**- «بجواز»: اسم خاص، که به عنوان یک سرزمین نمادین یا خیالی در نظر گرفته شده است.

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Soaring to mind's realm

 (The Land of Bejwaz)

 

 

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In this enchanted land of grace,

The Cossacks’ ancient resting place.*

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A lonely soul sits there alone,

With grief and sorrow overthrown.

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It dreams of wings, it longs to rise,

Toward Bejwaz beneath bright skies.**

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Where leopards fierce, yet calm, are found,

More gentle than the sheep around.

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Where ev'ry stream that leaves the land,

Flows to the sea by nature’s hand.

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Where owls awake beneath the sun,

And people work when day is done.

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No one stands lonely, torn apart,

They plant new hope in every heart.

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Their beasts are kind, their fields are bright,

Their wastes smell fresh, their world feels right.

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Their hearts are gardens dressed in spring,

Their orchards pomegranate bring.

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Their mountain peaks embrace the cloud,

Their stars above shine clear and proud.

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When dawn arrives with golden flame,

The rooster sleeps and stays the same.

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The gard'ner there is like a king,

Each face a moon, each soul a spring.

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Their clothes wear ev'ry rain-bow hue,

Their thoughts are painted skies of blue.

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Their food is fresh, untouched, and bright,

Even their insects bring delight.

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They dance beneath the music’s sound,

With open minds and hearts unbound.

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Their cars release no smoke or fire,

No trash defiles the rivers’ choir.

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Their prisons are from ages past,

Now films alone recall their cast.

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It sounds perhaps a magic spell,

For anger there no longer dwells.

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The harshest words they ever say,

Are greed and lies that lead astray.

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No one seeks heaven’s promised prize,

No wars are fought for sacred lies.

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The signs of wisdom, growth, and grace,

Are peace, clean air, and quiet space.

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Their law was born from flowers’ breath,

Its first command: protect from death.

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No nations part their open land,

No borders drawn by human hand.

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All earth belongs to everyone,

All breathe beneath one common sun.

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Their roads are free, their journeys wide,

Curiosity is their guide.

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The healthy need no faith to heal,

The wounded seek what truths reveal.

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When inner wounds have healed away,

Their minds return to brighter day.

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Humans there speak with beasts as friends,

Through signs where silent meaning blends.

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Their tongues may differ, far apart,

Yet all are joined by one true heart.

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Justice itself would be a crime,

For harmony rules space and time.

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They know not what betrayal means,

For kindness fills their peaceful scenes.

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Their speeches flow like songs at night,

Their words are rhythms made of light.

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When newborn children greet the day,

The drums announce their joyful way.

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They enter life with smiles, not cries,

With laughter 'neath the welcome skies.

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Why should a child arrive in pain?

Why greet the world with cries again?

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Their daughters are no fragile flow'rs,

They stand with strength beyond all pow'rs.

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Their sons are calm, with hearts sincere,

They seek true wisdom, free of fear.

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Wise women speak with thoughtful grace,

Wise men show strength in gentle ways.

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The elders, women, men alike,

Keep youthful fires burning bright.

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When someone leaves this mortal shore,

No foul decay remains once more.

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They turn to Earth, to dust, to clay,

And rise on winds that drift away.

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Death there is nature’s simple state,

Not something feared, nor cursed by fate.

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Each lives the span that life has giv'n,

Their memories keep spirits liv'n.

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They keep their joy, their love, their light,

Beyond the borders of the night.

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In peace and grace their lives remain,

Without the armies’ harsh domain.

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My thoughts still dwell within that land,

Though elsewhere walks my mortal hand.

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Beside that realm so pure and bright,

My heart finds home, my soul finds light.

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A place so far from mortal view,

Yet lives within my mind anew.

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And is not that enough for me?

What matters then reality?

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The world of being turns and spins,

A mystery where thought begins.

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This too escapes my searching eyes,

Beyond the reach of human skies.

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If dream or truth, whatever be,

I gladly give my life to thee.

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There my thoughts are free to fly,

My will unfolds beneath that sky.

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I made that world with my own hand,

And they named me God across that land.

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Yet they have never worshipped me,

Nor bowed before my majesty.

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I sought no throne, no crown, no fame,

No ruler’s power, no sacred name.

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I only brought their world to birth,

Then left them free upon the earth.

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No chosen prophet, priest, or guide,

Was placed to rule from my own side.

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Why should I break their peaceful way,

And rule their lives from day to day?

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When nature guides their ev'ry breath,

Why lead them to a borrowed death?

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If they seek signs of me above,

They find my trace within their love.

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To me that land is refuge bright,

A friend throughout the endless night.

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I thank them all for letting me,

Remain among them peacefully.

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But only as I truly stand,

Not lord or king of any land.

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That is why I remain apart,

And do not rule their world or heart.

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But if they cast me out someday,

And send my presence far away,

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Where would my lonely spirit rest?

Where would my wand'ring thoughts find nest?

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Within this hollow world of pride,

Where selfish shadows grow and hide?

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Where can imagination fly?

Where can its wings reach endless sky?

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Whom can I tell that donkeys may,

Be wiser than the proud today?

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Where can I say that flies and fleas,

Mosquitoes, and the buzzing bees,

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Bring less of hurt, disturbance, pain,

Than mullahs drunk on power’s reign?

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Who ever saw a herd of beasts,

Fight over faith and sacred feasts?

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When did a sheep rise up and claim,

To judge the world in holy name?

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When did a leopard, wild and free,

Command a war for victory?

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Who ever heard a gentle ewe,

Kill a man just to prove a view?

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Where has a cow beneath the sun,

Sent journalists to death by gun?

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When did a little goat decide,

To conquer nations far and wide?

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When did a calf with foolish pride,

Reach for the arms that humans hide?

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Was there a pig deep in the mud

That spilled a woman’s precious blood?

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Or did a bird with cold intent

Plan chains of murder, cold and bent?

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These are the beasts we name so low,

The creatures we despise and throw.

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We curse them, chase them, make them flee,

And call them less than you and me.

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Yet we ourselves stand proud and claim,

A spotless soul, a sacred name.

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"We are creation’s finest breed,

The rulers by our thought and deed."

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"We are the masters of the earth,

The crown of all creation’s worth."

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But I'm no giant, nor a god,

Nor Superman above the sod.

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I am a simple human soul,

A grain of dust, yet still a whole.

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No crown I need, no empty fame,

No borrowed glory, nor false name.

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I've had enough of this dull show,

I tire of all this hollow glow.

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The newer world that I have made,

A dream no passing years can fade.

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Whatever I desire to see

Appears at once, and sets me free.

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Most days are filled with joy and cheer,

And freedom breathes forever here.

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The poor exist, the wealthy too,

Yet effort shapes what each can do.

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Whoever strives and plays their part,

Can build a life with hopeful heart.

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And those who choose a slower pace,

Still have enough to keep their place.

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The rich and poor stand side by side,

Without resentment, hate, or pride.

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They look toward tomorrow’s light,

And raise their cups in pure delight.

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They celebrate with joy and cheer,

No mullah rules their world with fear.

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They face their troubles, as all do,

But wars and hate and strife ne'er grew.

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Contrasts remain to make things bright,

To paint their world with shades of light.

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They give my dreams a richer tone,

And make their lives, their very own.

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Within this world, abundance flows,

And understanding clearly grows.

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A world without contrast is plain,

Even sameness brings hidden pain.

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I am content with what I see,

For this strange game belongs to me.

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I am not master of their fate,

Nor ruler standing at their gate.

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I only walk among their land,

And touch their dreams with gentle hand.

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For me this is a treasure rare,

The highest wish beyond compare.

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Perhaps I planted them with care,

Because my heart still wished them there.

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Yet even this must be restrained,

Great boasts are empty, false, and vain.

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I ask for nothing more to gain,

This simple joy shall still remain.

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If you have nothing more for me,

I'll soar to Bejwaz, wild and free.

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*- “Cossack”: Refers to someone who migrates from their tribe, city, or homeland and joins another place and people, often resulting from oppression and tyranny.

**- “Bejwaz”: A proper noun, treated as a symbolic or fictional land.