Hakīm Abu'l-Qāsim Ferdowsī Tūsī Firdowsi
Hakīm Abu'l-Qāsim Ferdowsī Tūsī known as Ferdowsi was a highly revered Persian poet. He was the author of the Shahnameh, the national epic of Iran and related societies.
The Shahnameh was originally composed by Ferdowsi for the princes of the Samanid dynasty, who were responsible for a revival of Persian cultural traditions after the Arab invasion of the seventh century. The Shahnameh chronicles the legendary history of the pre-Islamic kings of Iran from Keyumars to Yazdegerd III. Ferdowsi continued work on the poem after the Samanids were conquered by the Ghaznavids. The new ruler Mahmud of Ghazni, a Turk, may have lacked the interest in Ferdowsi's work shown by the Samanids, ... more »
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Hakīm Abu'l-Qāsim Ferdowsī Tūsī Firdowsi Poems
When The Sword Of Sixty Comes Nigh His H...
When the sword of sixty comes nigh his head give a man no wine, for he is drunk with years. Age claps a stick in my bridle-hand:
Alas For Youth
Much have I labored, much read o'er Of Arabic and Persian lore, Collecting tales unknown and known; Now two and sixty years are flown.
The Death Of Yazdagird
There was a paladin, a Turk by race, A man of influence and named Bizhan; He dwelt within the coasts of Samarkand Where he had many kin. Ill-starred Mahwi
How Púrándukht Ascended The Throne And S...
'Tis but crude policy when women rule, But yet there was a lady-Púrándukht- Surviving of the lineage of Sásán, And well read in the royal volume: her
How Bárbad Lamented Khusrau Parwiz
Now list the lamentation of Bárbod, And grow forgetful of the world at large. On hearing that the Sháh, not by advice And 'gainst his will, no longer filled the throne,
How Shirwi Ascended The Throne
Now when Shirwi sat on the goodly throne, And donned the royal crown so much desired, The leaders of the Iranians each drew near To proffer him the homage due to kings,
How The Chiefs Demanded From Shirwi The ...
Shirwi, a timid, inexperienced youth, Found that the throne beneath him was a snare, While readers of mankind saw that 'twas time For men of might. those that had done the ill,
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When The Sword Of Sixty Comes Nigh His Head
When the sword of sixty comes nigh his head
give a man no wine, for he is drunk with years.
Age claps a stick in my bridle-hand:
substance spent, health broken,
forgotten the skill to swerve aside from the joust
with the spearhead grazing my eyelashes.
The sentinel perched on the hill top
cannot see the countless army he used to see there:
the black summit's deep in snow
and its lord himself sinning against the army.
He was proud of his two swift couriers:
lo! sixty ruffians have put them in chains.
The singer is weary of his broken voice,