ترا من چشم در راهم

نیما یوشیج

ترا من چشم در راهم شباهنگام
که می گیرند در شاخ " تلاجن"  سایه ها رنگ سیاهی
وزان دلخستگانت راست اندوهی فراهم
ترا من چشم در راهم.
 
شباهنگام.در آندم که بر جا دره ها چون مرده ماران خفتگانند
در آن نوبت که بندد دست نیلوفر به پای سرو کوهی دام
گرم یاد آوری یا نه
من از یادت نمی کاهم
ترا من چشم در راهم 

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This is one of those poems that that lives with you on your morning commute. A small package of introspective wandering in the night. It reminds me a lot of Frost's "I have been one acquainted with the night".   In life, we should be quiet and thoughtful at night. We should spend our nights processing all that's happened by day, and we should come to real conclusions about who we are and where we're headed.  Else the little unconnected packets of information we accumulate over the course of the day will scatter in our minds, clutter the temple of our conscious experience, and weigh us down. 

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

~ Robert Frost