Sa’ib of Tabriz, aka Mirza Muhammad Ali Sa'ib, Saib Isfahani or Sa'ib Of Esfahan

Sa’ib of Tabriz, aka Mirza Muhammad Ali Sa'ib, Saib Isfahani or Sa'ib Of Esfahan
1601
1677

Persian Lyrical Poet, Master of Ghazel Rhymed Couplets

Author Quotes

If friendship is firmly established between two hearts, they do not need to exchange news.

Love truth, but pardon error.

Oh, the beautiful city of Kabul wears a rugged mountain skirt, and The rose is jealous of its lash-like thorns. The dust of Kabul's blowing soil smarts lightly in my eyes, but I love her, for knowledge and love both come from her dust. I sing bright praises to her colourful tulips, the beauty of her trees makes me blush. How sparkling the water flows from Pul-i-Mastaan! May Allah protect such beauty from the evil eye of man! Khizr chose Kabul to Paradise, for her mountains brought him near to heaven's delights. The fort's dragon-sprawling walls guard the city well, each brick is more precious than the treasure of Shayagan. Every street in Kabul fascinates the eye. In the bazaars, Egypt's caravans pass by. No one can count the beauteous moons on her rooftops, and hundreds of lovely suns hide behind her walls. Her morning's laugh is as gay as flowers, her dark nights shine like beautiful hair. Her tuneful nightingales sing with flame in their notes, fiery songs like burning leaves, fall from their throats. I sing to the gardens, Jahanara and Shahrara. Even the Tuba of Paradise is Jealous of their greenery.

When trust in God sits next to slothful inactivity how far away, indeed, is that from chivalry. Beware you never make another man the porter of a burden that's not your own.

Ah! How beautiful is Kabul encircled by her arid mountains and Rose, of the trails of thorns she envies her gusts of powdered soil, slightly sting my eyes but I love her, for knowing and loving are born of this same dust. My song exhalts her dazzling tulips and at the beauty of her trees, I blush how sparkling the water flows from Pul-I-Mastaan! May Allah protect such beauty from the evil eye of man! Khizr chose the path to Kabul in order to reach Paradise for her mountains brought him close to the delights of heaven from the fort with sprawling walls, A Dragon of protection each stone is there more precious than the treasure of Shayagan. Every street of Kabul is enthralling to the eye through the bazaars, caravans of Egypt pass one could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs and the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls. Her laughter of mornings has the gaiety of flowers . Her nights of darkness, the reflections of lustrous hair. Her melodious nightingales, with passion sing their songs ardent tunes, as leaves enflamed, cascading from their throats and I, I sing in the gardens of Jahanara, of Sharbara. And even the trumpets of heaven envy their green pastures.

To quit this troubled world is better than to enter it: the rosebud enters the garden with straightened heart and departs smiling.

All this talk of infidelity and religion finally leads to one place: The dream is the same dream, only the interpretations differ.

The enjoyments of both worlds will not satisfy the greedy man: burning fire always has an appetite.

The march of good fortune has backward slips: to retreat one or two paces gives wings to the jumper.

The simple-minded quickly acquire the color of their companions: the conversations of the parrot make the mirror seem to speak.

What does it profit you that all the libraries of the world should be yours? Not knowledge but what one does with knowledge is your profit.

When perfection is unduly increased, it becomes the destroyer of life: the tender branch breaks when it bears too much fruit.

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First Name
Sa’ib of Tabriz, aka Mirza Muhammad Ali Sa'ib, Saib Isfahani or Sa'ib Of Esfahan
Birth Date
1601
Death Date
1677
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Persian Lyrical Poet, Master of Ghazel Rhymed Couplets