Shahriar Shahriari, 1998, Vancouver Canada
Understanding, try, try, try
Reluctantly agreed to die
Come, stay and leave, I only ask why?
The spring of life has reached December
What is termed youth, I vaguely remember
But know not whence and how from life's chamber.
Soared up so high, stretched the edge
Were still encaged by the same dark hedge
Brought us some tales ere life to death pledge.
We the players are given a name
Some are tame, others gain fame
Yet in the end, we're all the same.
Whether we try little or much
Our desires we'll only touch
With the help of faith's crutch
Beware that is fresh as sweet young grass
Let's not worry about what tomorrow will amass
Fill my cup again, this night will pass, alas.
Is in truth a temporal illusion, magical
Into which we are born with a joyous call
Rule the world for some time until we fall.
And try our best to find out
And when it's end of our route
What's left is simply naught.
Nor for the worldly compromise
Quality is your only prize
Transcend your earthly disguise
Without fear, without despise
With love and joy improvise.
The passage of time is a one way flow
If you understand, joyously you'll grow
Else you will drown in your own sorrow
Cherish this moment, far from sorrow
Life is a temporal gift that we borrow
Whether dead for ages, or leave tomorrow
Until we become masterful and wise
But if we look through the disguise
We see the ties of worldly lies
Why having to leave all alone with moan and groan?
If the universal wisdom received mine on loan
I?d never be born, stay or leave, let it be known
