She Walks In BeautyShe walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade more, one ray less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Lord Byron 1788-1824
این شعر رو ترجمه کنید.بهترین ترجمه به نام خود مترجم در وبلاگ منتشر خواهد شد.
سلام
من به دلایلی نبودم اما الان برگشتم.سال نو رو بهتون تبریک نگفته بودم الان با این شعر میگم.منتظر پست های جدید باشین.با زودی برمی گردم.
Happy New Year
- Author Unknown
If it didn't bring you joy
just leave it behind
Let's ring in the New Year
with good things in mind
Let every bad memory
that brought heartache and pain
And let's turn a new leaf
with the smell of new rain
Let's forget past mistakes
making amends for this year
Sending you these greetings
to bring you hope and cheer
Happy New Year!
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سلام
این دفعه می خوام یه غزل از حافظ بزارم که ترجمه ی اونو خودم انجام دادم.
Kindly tell the tender deer, O morning breeze
I am wandering your desert and the wild countries.
Long live the sugar merchant, but why
Is he unkind to sweet lovers, the honey-bees?
Tender rose, pride in your goodness forbids
To ask the manic nightingale of his fantasies.
Only with gentle compassion can you trap the wise.
The wise bird from any snare simply flees.
I know not why there is no familiarity
With the tall, black eye, bright faced beauties.
When in company of friends, glass of wine in hand
Remember old companions who travel upon the breeze.
The only criticism that I can have of you;
For kindness, the beauties charge extortionate fees.
No wonder if in the heavens, as claims Hafiz;
Venus’ song brings Christ to dancing sprees.
صـبا بـه لطـف بگو آن غزال رعنا را
که سر به کوه و بیابان تو دادهای ما را
شـکرفروش کـه عمرش دراز باد چرا
تفـقدی نـکـند طوطی شکرخا را
غرور حسنت اجازت مگر نداد ای گـل
کـه پرسشی نکنی عندلیب شیدا را
به خلق و لطف توان کرد صید اهل نظر
بـه بـند و دام نـگیرند مرغ دانا را
ندانم از چه سبب رنگ آشنایی نیست
سهی قدان سیه چشم ماه سیما را
چو با حـبیب نـشینی و باده پیمایی
بـه یاد دار مـحـبان بادپیما را
جز این قدر نتوان گفت در جمال تو عیب
کـه وضع مهر و وفا نیست روی زیبا را
در آسمان نه عجب گر به گفته حافـظ
سرود زهره به رقص آورد مـسیحا را
سبز باشید...
p.s
درود خدمت دوستان گرامی و معذرت از دوست عزیزم فاطمه که مجبور شدم در آخر پست ایشون این مطلب رو بزارم.
نعیم خان
دانشجوی ترم اول ادبیات زبان انگلیسی
رک میگم.شما ترم اول هستین و نمیتونین از عهده ی تکالیفتون بر بیاین پس به نظر من بهترین کار اینه که ترک تحصیل کنین. من هیچوقت نخواستم کسی رو ناامید کنم اما از نوع نگارش و تنبلی شما معلوم میشه هیچوقت در این رشته موفق نخواهید شد.
گفتم که به قول خودتون هر خاکی که دوست دارین سر خودتون بریزین.
من برای هیچکسی این کار رونمیکنم. Never
هیچوقت هم به این وبلاگ سر نزن.چون اصلا مطالب اینجا به دردت نمیخوره ونخواهد خورد.
درود میفرستم خدمت همه ی عزیزانی که در زمان بیماری پدرم در کنارم بودند.بسیار سپاسگزام
از حضورتون و لطفتون. خدا رو شکر حالشون بهتره.
تا درودی دگر بدرود.
پروین.
برای بابای گلم که ناراحتی قلبی داره و الان درد میکشه
دوستت دارم خیلی خیلی زیاد
خوبی میشی
واسه خاطر منم که شده باید خوب بشی
الان که اینو مینویسم از بیمارستان برگشتم و ساعت ۱:۱۰ AM است
بابام رو در بیمارستان تخصصی قلب بستری کردیم و در بیمارستان تخصصی قلب یه دونه متخصص قلب نیس!!!!!!!!! و باید بابایی عزیز من تا صبح بمونه و درد بکشه تا یه متخصص بیاد.
Daddy's Little Girl
You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold,
You're daddy's little girl to have and hold.
A precious gem is what you are,
You're mommy's bright and shining star.
You're the spirit of Christmas, my star on the tree,
You're the Easter bunny to mommy and me.
You're sugar you're spice, you're everything nice,
And you're daddy's little girl.
You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold,
You're daddy's little girl to have and hold.
A precious gem is what you are,
You're mommy's bright and shining star.
You're the treasure I cherish so sparkling and bright,
You were touched by the holy and beautiful light.
Like angels that sing a heavenly thing,
And you're daddy's little girl.
You're the treasure I cherish so sparkling and bright,
You were touched by the holy and beautiful light.
Like angels that sing a heavenly thing,
And you're daddy's little girl
What Makes A Dad
God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it ... Dad
Daddy, I love you
جهت عضویت در گروه ال ال ای و وبلاگ آدرس ایمیلتون رو در قسمت نظرات بزارین تا در اولین فرصت دعوتنامه براتون بفرستم.
He loves me
If love asks a question, do not deceive
For the truth is the answer, I only believe
If my heart should open, love do not fear
Or if my eyes in happiness shed a tear
Let the wind in my soul blow you away
And the sun in my heart brighten your day
If love and life I was asked to compare
Both of these with you I wish to share
How Many Friends?
The old man turned to me and asked
"How many friends have you?"
Why 10 or 20 friends have I,
And named off just a few...
He rose quite slow with effort
And sadly shook his head
"A lucky child you are
To have so many friends," he said
But think of what you're saying
There is so much you do not know
A friend is just not someone
To whom you say "Hello"
A friends a tender shoulder
On which to softly cry
A well to pour your troubles down
And raise your spirits high
A friend is a hand to pull you up
From darkness and despair...
When all your other "so called" friends
Have helped to put you there
A true friend is an ally
Who can't be moved or bought
A voice to keep your name alive
When others have forgot
But most of all a friend is a heart
A strong and sturdy wall
For from the hearts of friends
There comes the greatest love of all!!!
So think of what I've spoken
For every word is true
And answer once again my child
How many friends have you???
And then he stood and faced me
Awaiting my reply
Softly I answered
"If lucky...... one have "I"
"You!!!!"
New Years Are a Chance for a Beginning
New years are a chance for a beginning
Even when there hasn't been an end.
Wheels turn in an interminable bend,
Yet, marked in one spot, seem to wobble spinning.
Each year we hope to do a little better
Although we know that really nothing's changed.
Reason thinks that everything's arranged,
So we must dream if we would fate unfetter.
Happy New Year
Happiness Depends on More than Years
Happiness depends on more than years.
All one's moments gather to a wave
Passing in a rolling swell of tears,
Passions too immense to name or save.
Yet New Year's is a crest on which to sing,
Now poised between the future and the past.
Each awaits what course the fates may bring,
Winds that never touch the things that last.
Years turn and turn with an hypnotic grace
Even as the depths of life lie still.
Although above one cannot silence face,
Remember that below the divers will.
Friendship Poem
I believe in angels
The kind that heaven sends
I am surrounded by angels
But I call them friends
- Aizabel Parinas -
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for its living,
And a child that's born on the Sabbath day
Is fair and wise and good and gay.
یک شعر زیبا از لوییس کارل.
MAGGIE B
(To Maggie Bowman.)
WRITTEN by Maggie B Bought by me:
A present to Maggie B Sent by me:
But who can Maggie be? Answered by me:
“She is she.”
You Can Win If You Want