Sahab Esfahani (Mirza Seyed Mohammad) son of Seyed Ahmad Hatef Esfahani He is one of the Urdubad people of Azerbaijan and one of the poets of the era of Feth Ali Shah and one of his admirers. Sahab’s poems are simple, smooth and catchy, and his divan is nearly five thousand verses.
Below is an excerpt from The best poems of Sahab Isfahani that you can use for Instagram posts, captions, and stories.
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I told an acquaintance a hadith
You can’t talk to strangers
It was still spoken by Zanimi
who said in the gathering and every forum
Complaining about him with another Muharram
When I asked, he told me in response
No one should keep his secret from a stranger
who told his secret to himself
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Oh, the one whose foundation rests on you
In everyone’s heart, we want to kill you
If the blood of the heart drips from the sight, it will be punished without you
He wanted you until he saw the sky
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The love of Janan is nothing but the ruin of the heart of the house
His treasure is a treasure and the place of treasure is nothing but ruins
It was nice to be a hermit in Firdos and its blessings, but
There is no blessing like wine and there is no place like a pub
No one has seen a wise man in the world
Anyone who was a seeker of the world is not wise
I repented of May, you ascetic, and then I passed
From the beginning of the agreement, but it is not in the agreement
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At night, when you are in a fever
Don’t go to sleep with this watery eye
No awakening teaches luck
No, he has seen and slept, he learns to sleep
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It is enough to add the sadness of your love in my heart
I fell in love with you like all lovers
I closed many detractors of the world
Wherever I open a good Mushaf
In your glory, I saw all the verses revealed
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Oh, the one whose life is burning
No, but his face is a night-lighting candle
He gave the good news of connection
Thinking of the night of parting is a day
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I know the heart because my garden was made by love
John also lit his longing candle
I don’t know about myself, yes, everyone
Cora did not recognize herself
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I remember the impatience of the day when Yar came to me
Because the Afghan nightingale came to me in the spring
Zolfi’s impatient soul and heart came to me
Restlessness plagued me
Work is not easy until it becomes difficult in the love of death
The complications of my work finally got to me
What was the reward of remembering the luxury of time?
What happened to me from the suffering of the times
He left and lost his heart from me and now his sadness is falling from his eyes
The drops of blood that came from my heart
With you, I can’t count the days of Afghanistan
The sorrows of my heart that came out of my count
I said on your head that I will come tonight and on the head of Sahab
What did not come from Hijran came to me
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If not, why are you taking so long to come back?
Otherwise, why are you in such a hurry to leave Omari?
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You are the lamentation of everyone
You are the darkness of everyone’s life
In your love, there was no problem in my work and that’s it
Love is a problem for everyone
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He wanted to humiliate me
It will cause countless hardships and pain
Leave me to the bottom of my heart
To kill me a thousand times day and night
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The original poem was from imagination, its genre is impossible
What is impossible from the imagination of so many thoughts?
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