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‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ )ﺍﻟﻒ‪-‬ﺑﺎﻣﺪﺍﺩ(‬

‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺁﻏﺎﺯ‬ ‫ﺑﻲﮔﺎﻫﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﻏﺮﺑﺖ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺯﻣﺎﻧﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺩﺭﻧﺮﺳﻴﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ‪-‬‬ ‫ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺯﺍﺩﻩ ﺷﺪﻡ ﺩﺭ ﺑﻴﺸﻪﻱ ِ ﺟﺎﻧﻮﺭﺍﻥ ﻭ ﺳﻨﮓ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﻗﻠﺐﺍﻡ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺧﻼ‬ ‫ﺗﭙﻴﺪﻥ ﺁﻏﺎﺯ ﮐﺮﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﮔﻬﻮﺍﺭﻩﻱ ِ ﺗﮑﺮﺍﺭ ﺭﺍ ﺗﺮﮎ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺮﺯﻣﻴﻨﻲ ﺑﻲﭘﺮﻧﺪﻩ ﻭ ﺑﻲﺑﻬﺎﺭ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﺳﻔﺮﻡ ﺑﺎﺯﺁﻣﺪﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺍﺯ ﭼﺸﻢﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻓﺮﺳﺎﻱ ِ ﻣﺎﺳﻪ ﻭ‬ ‫ﺧﺎﺭ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺑﻲﺁﻥﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﻗﺪﻡﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻧﺎﺁﺯﻣﻮﺩﻩﻱ ِ ﻧﻮﭘﺎﺋﻲﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺑﻪ ﺭﺍﻫﻲ‬ ‫ﺩﻭﺭ ﺭﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﺎﺷﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﺳﻔﺮﻡ‬ ‫ﺑﺎﺯﺁﻣﺪﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﻭﺭﺩﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻱ ﻧﻤﻲﺁﻣﻮﺧﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻟﺮﺯﺍﻥ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﭘﺎﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻧﻮ ﺭﺍﻩ‬ ‫ﺭﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻓﻖ ِ ﺳﻮﺯﺍﻥ ﺍﻳﺴﺘﺎﺩﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭﻳﺎﻓﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺸﺎﺭﺗﻲ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺮﺍﺑﻲ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺩﻭﺭﺩﺳﺖ ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻱ ﻧﻤﻲﺁﻣﻮﺧﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺸﺎﺭﺗﻲ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﺑﻲﮐﺮﺍﻧﻪ‬ ‫ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻧﻲ ﭼﻨﺪﺍﻥ ﻋﻈﻴﻢ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺭﻭﺡ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺷﺮﻡ ِ ﻧﺎﺗﻮﺍﻧﻲ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺍﺷﮏ‬ ‫ﭘﻨﻬﺎﻥ ﻣﻲﺷﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻓﺮﻭﺭﺩﻳﻦ ِ ‪١٣۴٠‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺷﺒﺎﻧﻪ‬ ‫ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ِ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﻴﺪﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻫﻤﻴﺸﻪ‬ ‫ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲﻱ ِ ﺗﻮ‬ ‫ﻟﻨﮕﺮﻱﺳﺖ ‪-‬‬ ‫ﺧﻮﺭﺷﻴﺪﻱ ﮐﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺳﭙﻴﺪﻩﺩﻡ ِ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﮔﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺑﻲﻧﻴﺎﺯﻡ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﮕﺎﻩﺍﺕ‬ ‫ﺷﮑﺴﺖ ِ ﺳﺘﻢﮔﺮﻱﺳﺖ ‪-‬‬ ‫ﻧﮕﺎﻫﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻋﺮﻳﺎﻧﻲﻱ ِ ﺭﻭﺡ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﻣِﻬﺮ‬ ‫ﺟﺎﻣﻪﺋﻲ ﮐﺮﺩ‬ ‫ﺑﺪﺍﻥﺳﺎﻥ ﮐﻪ ﮐﻨﻮﻥﺍﻡ‬ ‫ﺷﺐ ِ ﺑﻲﺭﻭﺯﻥ ِ ﻫﺮﮔﺰ‬ ‫ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﻧﻤﺎﻳﺪ ﮐﻪ ﮐﻨﺎﻳﺘﻲ ﻃﻨﺰﺁﻟﻮﺩ ﺑﻮﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥﺍﺕ ﺑﺎ ﻣﻦ ﮔﻔﺘﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻓﺮﺩﺍ‬ ‫ﺭﻭﺯ ِ ﺩﻳﮕﺮﻱﺳﺖ ‪-‬‬ ‫ﺁﻧﮏ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻧﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺧﻤﻴﺮْﻣﺎﻳﻪﻱ ِ ﻣِﻬﺮ ﺍﺳﺖ!‬ ‫ﻭﻳﻨﮏ ﻣِﻬﺮ ِ ﺗﻮ‪:‬‬ ‫ﻧﺒﺮﺩْﺍﻓﺰﺍﺭﻱ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺑﺎ ﺗﻘﺪﻳﺮ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﭘﻨﺠﻪ ﺩﺭ ﭘﻨﺠﻪ ﮐﻨﻢ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺏ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﻓﺮﺍﺳﻮﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺍﻓﻖ ﭘﻨﺪﺍﺷﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺟﺰ ﻋﺰﻳﻤﺖ ِ ﻧﺎ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻨﮕﺎﻡﺍﻡ ﮔﺰﻳﺮﻱ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺷﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﻓﺴﺦ ِ ﻋﺰﻳﻤﺖ ِ ﺟﺎﻭﺩﺍﻧﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ِ ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺏﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻫﻤﻴﺸﻪ‬ ‫ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲﻱ ِ ﺗﻮ‬ ‫ﻟﻨﮕﺮﻱﺳﺖ ‪-‬‬ ‫ﻧﮕﺎﻩﺍﺕ‬ ‫ﺷﮑﺴﺖ ِ ﺳﺘﻢﮔﺮﻱﺳﺖ ‪-‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥﺍﺕ ﺑﺎ ﻣﻦ ﮔﻔﺘﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻓﺮﺩﺍ‬ ‫ﺭﻭﺯ ِ ﺩﻳﮕﺮﻱﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺷﻬﺮﻳﻮﺭ ‪١٣۴١‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺗﻮ‪ ،‬ﺩﺭﺧﺖ ﻭ ﺑﺎﺭﻭﻥ ‪...‬‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎﻫﺎﺭﻡ ﺗﻮ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﺯﻣﻴﻦﺍﻡ ﺗﻮ ﺩﺭﺧﺖ‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﺩﺭﺧﺖﺍﻡ ﺗﻮ ﺑﺎﻫﺎﺭ ‪-‬‬ ‫ﻧﺎﺯ ِ ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﺎﻱ ِ ﺑﺎﺭﻭﻥ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺑﺎﻍﺍﻡ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﻣﻴﻮﻥ ِ ﺟﻨﮕﻼ ﺗﺎﻕﺍﻡ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﻮ ﺑﺰﺭﮔﻲ ﻣﺚ ِ ﺷﺐ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﮔﻪ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺏ ﺑﺎﺷﻪ ﻳﺎ ﻧﻪ‬ ‫ﺗﻮ ﺑﺰﺭﮔﻲ‬ ‫ﻣﺚ ِ ﺷﺐ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺧﻮﺩ ِ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺑﻲ ﺗﻮ ﺍﺻﻼً‪ ،‬ﺧﻮﺩ ِ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺑﻲ ﺗﻮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﺎﺯﻩ‪ ،‬ﻭﻗﺘﻲ ﺑﺮﻩ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺏ ﻭ‬ ‫ﻫﻨﻮﺯ‬ ‫ﺷﺐ ِ ﺗﻨﻬﺎ‬ ‫ﺑﺎﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﺭﺍﻩ ِ ﺩﻭﺭﻱﺭﻭ ﺑﺮﻩ ﺗﺎ ﺩَﻡ ِ ﺩﺭﻭﺍﺯﻩﻱ ِ ﺭﻭﺯ ‪-‬‬ ‫ﻣﺚ ِ ﺷﺐ ﮔﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺑﺰﺭﮔﻲ‬ ‫ﻣﺚ ِ ﺷﺐ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﺎﺯﻩ‪ ،‬ﺭﻭﺯﻡ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻴﺎﺩ‬ ‫ﺗﻮ ﺗﻤﻴﺰﻱ‬ ‫ﻣﺚ ِ ﺷﺐﻧﻢ‬ ‫ﻣﺚ ِ ﺻﺒﺢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﻮ ﻣﺚ ِ ﻣﺨﻤﻞ ِ ﺍﺑﺮﻱ‬ ‫ﻣﺚ ِ ﺑﻮﻱ ِ ﻋﻠﻔﻲ‬ ‫ﻣﺚ ِ ﺍﻭﻥ ﻣﻠﻤﻞ ِ ﻣﻪ ﻧﺎﺯﮐﻲ‪:‬‬ ‫‪6‬‬

‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺍﻭﻥ ﻣﻠﻤﻞ ِ ﻣﻪ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺭﻭ ﻋﻄﺮ ِ ﻋﻠﻔﺎ‪ ،‬ﻣﺜﻞ ِ ﺑﻼﺗﮑﻠﻴﻔﻲ‬ ‫ﻫﺎﺝ ﻭ ﻭﺍﺝ ﻣﻮﻧﺪﻩ ﻣﺮﺩﺩ‬ ‫ﻣﻴﻮﻥ ِ ﻣﻮﻧﺪﻥ ﻭ ﺭﻓﺘﻦ‬ ‫ﻣﻴﻮﻥ ِ ﻣﺮﮒ ﻭ ﺣﻴﺎﺕ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﺚ ِ ﺑﺮﻓﺎﻳﻲ ﺗﻮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﺎﺯﻩ ﺁﺑﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺸﻦ ﺑﺮﻓﺎ ﻭ ﻋُﺮﻳﻮﻥ ﺑﺸﻪ ﮐﻮﻩ‬ ‫ﻣﺚ ِ ﺍﻭﻥ ﻗﻠﻪﻱ ِ ﻣﻐﺮﻭﺭ ِ ﺑﻠﻨﺪﻱ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺍﺑﺮﺍﻱ ِ ﺳﻴﺎﻫﻲ ﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺑﺎﺩﺍﻱ ِ ﺑﺪﻱ ﻣﻲﺧﻨﺪﻱ‪...‬‬

‫ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎﻫﺎﺭﻡ ﺗﻮ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﺯﻣﻴﻦﺍﻡ ﺗﻮ ﺩﺭﺧﺖ‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﺩﺭﺧﺖﺍﻡ ﺗﻮ ﺑﺎﻫﺎﺭ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻧﺎﺯ ِ ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﺎﻱ ِ ﺑﺎﺭﻭﻥ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺑﺎﻍﺍﻡ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﻣﻴﻮﻥ ِ ﺟﻨﮕﻼ ﺗﺎﻕﺍﻡ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻬﺮ ِ ‪١٣۴١‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺗﻮ ‪...‬‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺗﻮ ﻳﮑﻲ ﺩﻫﺎﻥﺍﻳﻢ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺁﻭﺍﺯﺵ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺗﺮﺳﺮﻭﺩﻱ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺎﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺗﻮ ﻳﮑﻲ ﺩﻳﺪﮔﺎﻥﺍﻳﻢ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺩﻧﻴﺎ ﺭﺍ ﻫﺮ ﺩَﻡ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﻨﻈﺮ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬ ‫ﺗﺎﺯﻩﺗﺮ ﻣﻲﺳﺎﺯﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﻔﺮﺗﻲ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﻫﺮﺁﻥﭼﻪ ﺑﺎﺯ ِﻣﺎﻥ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﻫﺮﺁﻥﭼﻪ ﻣﺤﺼﻮﺭ ِﻣﺎﻥ ﮐﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﻫﺮﺁﻥﭼﻪ ﻭﺍﺩﺍﺭﺩ ِﻣﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺩﻧﺒﺎﻝ ﺑﻨﮕﺮﻳﻢ‪- ،‬‬ ‫ﺩﺳﺘﻲ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺧﻄﻲ ﮔﺴﺘﺎﺥ ﺑﻪ ﺑﺎﻃﻞ ﻣﻲﮐﺸﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺗﻮ ﻳﮑﻲ ﺷﻮﺭﻳﻢ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﻫﺮ ﺷﻌﻠﻪﺋﻲ ﺑﺮﺗﺮ‪،‬‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻫﻴﭻﮔﺎﻩ ﺷﮑﺴﺖ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮ ﻣﺎ ﭼﻴﺮﻩﮔﻲ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﻋﺸﻖ‬ ‫ﺭﻭﺋﻴﻨﻪﺗﻦﺍﻳﻢ‪.‬‬

‫ﻭ ﭘﺮﺳﺘﻮﺋﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺳﺮْﭘﻨﺎﻩ ِ ﻣﺎ ﺁﺷﻴﺎﻥ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﺁﻣﺪﺷﺪﻧﻲ ﺷﺘﺎﺏﻧﺎﮎ‬ ‫ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺭﺍ‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺍﺯ ﺧﺪﺍﺋﻲ ﮔﻢﺷﺪﻩ‬ ‫ﻟﺐﺭﻳﺰ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫‪ ٢٣‬ﺩﻱ ِ ‪١٣۴١‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺧﻔﺘﻪﮔﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﻣﻨﺎﺳﺒﺖ ِ ﺑﻴﺴﺘﻤﻴﻦ ﺳﺎﻝ ِ ﻗﻴﺎﻡ ِ ﺩﻟﻴﺮﺍﻧﻪﻱ ِ ﮔﺘﺘﻮﻱ ِ ﺷﻬﺮ ِ ﻭﺭﺷﻮ‬

‫ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥﻫﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺭﻭﻳﺎﺭﻭﻱ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥ ِ ﮔﺸﺎﺩﻩ ﺩﺭ ﻣﺮﮒ ﻧﮕﺮﻳﺴﺘﻨﺪ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺑﺮﺍﺩﺭﺍﻥ ِ ﺳﺮﺑﻠﻨﺪ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﺤﻠﻪﻱ ِ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﮏ‬ ‫ﻳﮏ ﺗﻦ ﺑﻴﺪﺍﺭ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥﻫﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺧﺸﻢ ِ ﮔﺮﺩﻥﮐﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﮔِﺮﻩ ِ ﻣﺸﺖﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺧﺎﻟﻲﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬ ‫ﻓﺮﻳﺎﺩ ﮐﺮﺩﻧﺪ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺮﺍﻥ ِ ﺩﻝﺗﻨﮓ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﺤﻠﻪﻱ ِ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﮏ‬ ‫ﻳﮏ ﺗﻦ ﺑﻴﺪﺍﺭ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥﻫﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﻋﻄﺮ ِ ﻧﺎﻥ ِ ﮔﺮﻡ ﻭ ﻫﻴﺎﻫﻮﻱ ِ ﺯﻧﮓ ِ ﺗﻔﺮﻳﺢ ﺑﻴﮕﺎﻧﻪ ﻣﺎﻧﺪﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺠﺎﻝ ِ ﺍﻳﺸﺎﻥ ﺩﺭ ﻓﺎﺻﻠﻪﻱ ِ ﮔﻬﻮﺍﺭﻩ ﻭ ﮔﻮﺭ ﺑﺲ ﮐﻮﺗﺎﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﻓﺮﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ِ ﺗﺮﺱﺧﻮﺭﺩﻩﻱ ِ ﻧﻮﻣﻴﺪ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﺤﻠﻪﻱ ِ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﮏ‬ ‫ﻳﮏ ﺗﻦ ﺑﻴﺪﺍﺭ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻱ ﺑﺮﺍﺩﺭﺍﻥ!‬ ‫ﺷﻤﺎﻟﻪﻫﺎ ﻓﺮﻭﺩ ﺁﺭﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﺷﺎﻳﺪ ﮐﻪ ﭼﺸﻢ ِ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﺋﻲ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺷﻬﺎﺩﺕ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ِ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻫﻴﺎﮐﻞ ِ ﻧﻴﻤﻲ ﺍﺯ ﺭﻧﺞ ﻭ ﻧﻴﻤﻲ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﮒ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﮔﺬﺭﮔﺎﻩ ِ ﺭﻭﻳﺎﻱ ِ‬ ‫ﺍﺑﻠﻴﺲ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻼ ﭘﻴﻮﺳﺘﻪﺍﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﺗﺼﻮﻳﺮﻱ ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﺑﺘﻮﺍﻧﺪ ﻳﺎﻓﺖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺷﺒﺎﻫﺘﻲ ﺍﺯ ﻳﻬﻮﻩ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻴﺮﺍﺙ ﺑﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺍﻳﻨﺎﻥ ﻣﺮﮒ ﺭﺍ ﺳﺮﻭﺩﻱ ﮐﺮﺩﻩﺍﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻨﺎﻥ ﻣﺮﮒ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﭼﻨﺪﺍﻥ ﺷﮑﻮﻩﻣﻨﺪ ﻭ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﺁﻭﺍﺯ ﺩﺍﺩﻩﺍﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻬﺎﺭ‬ ‫ﭼﻨﺎﻥﭼﻮﻥ ﺁﻭﺍﺭﻱ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺭﮒ ِ ﺩﻭﺯﺥ ﺧﺰﻳﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻱ ﺑﺮﺍﺩﺭﺍﻥ!‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﺳﻨﺒﻠﻪﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺳﺒﺰ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺁﺳﺘﺎﻥ ِ ﺩﺭﻭ ﺳﺮﻭﺩﻱ ﭼﻨﺪﺍﻥ ﺩﻝﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪﻩﺍﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭﻭﮔﺮ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺣﻘﺎﺭﺕ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬ ‫ﻟﺐ ﺑﻪ ﺗَﺤَﺴُﺮ ﮔَﺰﻳﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﺸﻌﻞﻫﺎ ﻓﺮﻭﺩ ﺁﺭﻳﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺳﺮﺍﺳﺮ ِ ﮔﺘﺘﻮﻱ ِ ﺧﺎﻣﻮﺵ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺟﺰ ﭼﻬﺮﻩﻱ ِ ﺟﻼﺩﺍﻥ‬ ‫ﻫﻴﭻ ﭼﻴﺰ ﺍﺯ ﺧﺪﺍ ﺷﺒﺎﻫﺖ ﻧﺒﺮﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻨﺎﻥ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺮﮒ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﮒ ﺷﺒﻴﻪﺗﺮﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻨﺎﻥ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﮔﻲ ﺑﻲﻣﺮﮒ ﺷﺒﺎﻫﺖ ﺑﺮﺩﻩﺍﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺳﺎﻳﻪﺋﻲ ﻟﻐﺰﺍﻥﺍﻧﺪ ﮐﻪ‬ ‫ﭼﻮﻥ ﻣﺮﮒ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﮔﺴﺘﺮﻩﻱ ِ ﻏﻢﻧﺎﮐﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺧﺪﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻓﺮﺍﻣﻮﺷﻲ ﺳﭙﺮﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺟﻨﺒﺸﻲ ﺟﺎﻭﺩﺍﻧﻪ ﺩﺍﺭﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫‪ ١۶‬ﺍﺳﻔﻨﺪ ِ ‪١٣۴١‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺗﮑﺮﺍﺭ‬ ‫ﺟﻨﮕﻞ ِ ﺁﻳﻨﻪﻫﺎ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻢ ﺩﺭ ﺷﮑﺴﺖ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺭﺳﻮﻻﻧﻲ ﺧﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﺮ ﺍﻳﻦ ﭘﻬﻨﻪﻱ ِ ﻧﻮﻣﻴﺪ ﻓﺮﻭﺩ ﺁﻣﺪﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ِ ﺭﺳﺎﻟﺖ ِﺷﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺟﺰ ﺳﻴﺎﻫﻪﻱ ِ ﺁﻥ ﻧﺎﻡﻫﺎ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺷﻬﺎﺩﺕ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺮﮔﺬﺷﺖ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬ ‫ﻣﮑﺮﺭ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺑﺎ ﺩﺳﺘﺎﻥ ِ ﺳﻮﺧﺘﻪ‬ ‫ﻏﺒﺎﺭ ﺍﺯ ﭼﻬﺮﻩﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﻴﺪ ﺳﺘﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺭﺧﺴﺎﺭﻩﻱ ِ ﺟﻼﺩﺍﻥ ِ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺧﺎﻃﺮﻩ ﺑﺎﺯﺷﻨﺎﺳﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﺑﻨﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺟﻼﺩﺍﻥ ِ ﺍﻳﺸﺎﻥ‪ ،‬ﻫﻤﻪ ﺁﻥ ﭘﺎﻱﺩﺭﺯﻧﺠﻴﺮﺍﻥﺍﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻗﻴﺎﻡ ِ ﺩﺭﺧﻮﻥﺗﭙﻴﺪﻩﻱ ِ ﺍﻳﻨﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺳﺮﻭﺩﻱ ﺩﺭ ﭼﺸﻢﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯ ِ ﺁﺯﺍﺩﻱﻱ ِ ﺁﻧﺎﻥ ﺭُﺳﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪- ،‬‬ ‫ﻫﻢﺁﻥ ﭘﺎﻱﺩﺭﺯﻧﺠﻴﺮﺍﻥﺍﻧﺪ ﮐﻪ‪ ،‬ﺍﻳﻨﮏ!‬ ‫ﺑﻨﮕﺮﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﭼﻪﮔﻮﻧﻪ‬ ‫ﺑﻲﺍﻳﻤﺎﻥ ﻭ ﺑﻲﺳﺮﻭﺩ‬ ‫ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ِ ﺧﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺍﻳﻨﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺎﻕﺑﺎﻧﻲ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻨﺪ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺑﻨﮕﺮﻳﺪ!‬ ‫ﺑﻨﮕﺮﻳﺪ!‬

‫ﺟﻨﮕﻞ ِ ﺁﻳﻨﻪﻫﺎ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻢ ﺩﺭﺷﮑﺴﺖ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺭﺳﻮﻻﻧﻲ ﺧﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﺮ ﮔﺴﺘﺮﻩﻱ ِ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﮏ ﻓﺮﻭﺩ ﺁﻣﺪﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻓﺮﻳﺎﺩ ِ ﺩﺭﺩ ِ ﺍﻳﺸﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﻫﻨﮕﺎﻣﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺷﮑﻨﺠﻪ ﺑﺮ ﻗﺎﻟﺐ ِﺷﺎﻥ ﭘﻮﺳﺖ ﻣﻲﺩﺭﻳﺪ‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺑﻮﺩ‪:‬‬ ‫>‪ -‬ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ِﺭﺳﺎﻟﺖ ِ ﻣﺎ ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻭ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺑﻠﺒﻞﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺑﻮﺳﻪ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺷﺎﺥ ِ ﺍﺭﻏﻮﺍﻥ ﺑﺴﺮﺍﻳﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺷﻮﺭﺑﺨﺘﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﻧﻴﮏﻓﺮﺟﺎﻡ‬ ‫ﺑﺮﺩﻩﮔﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺁﺯﺍﺩ ﻭ‬ ‫ﻧﻮﻣﻴﺪﺍﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻭﺍﺭ ﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﻪﺍﻳﻢ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺗﺒﺎﺭ ِ ﻳﺰﺩﺍﻧﻲﻱ ِ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺳﻠﻄﻨﺖ ِ ﺟﺎﻭﻳﺪﺍﻥﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﻗﻠﻢﺭﻭ ِ ﺧﺎﮎ‬ ‫ﺑﺎﺯﻳﺎﺑﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ِﺭﺳﺎﻟﺖ ِ ﻣﺎ ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻭ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺯﻫﺪﺍﻥ ِ ﺧﺎﮎ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺗﺨﻤﻪﻱ ِ ﮐﻴﻦ‬ ‫ﺑﺎﺭ ﻧﺒﻨﺪﺩ»‪.‬‬ ‫ﺟﻨﮕﻞ ِ ﺁﺋﻴﻨﻪ ﻓﺮﻭﺭﻳﺨﺖ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺭﺳﻮﻻﻥ ِ ﺧﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺗﺒﺎﺭ ِ ﺷﻬﻴﺪﺍﻥ ﭘﻴﻮﺳﺘﻨﺪ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺷﺎﻋﺮﺍﻥ ﺑﻪ ﺗﺒﺎﺭ ِ ﺷﻬﻴﺪﺍﻥ ﭘﻴﻮﺳﺘﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﭼﻮﻧﺎﻥ ﮐﺒﻮﺗﺮﺍﻥ ِ ﺁﺯﺍﺩْﭘﺮﻭﺍﺯﻱ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺳﺖ ِ ﻏﻼﻣﺎﻥ ﺫﺑﺢ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺳﻔﺮﻩﻱ ِ ﺍﺭﺑﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺭﻧﮕﻴﻦ ﮐﻨﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺑﺪﻳﻦﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ﻭ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲ‬ ‫ﺯﻣﻴﻨﻲ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ِ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‬ ‫ﺑﺪﺭﻭﺩ ﮐﺮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻮﺭﻱ ﻣﺎﻧﺪ ﻭ ﻧﻮﺣﻪﺋﻲ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺟﺎﻭﺩﺍﻧﻪ ﭘﺎﺩﺭﺑﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ِ ﺑﻨﺪﻩﮔﻲ ﺍﻧﺪﺭ‬ ‫ﺑﻤﺎﻧْﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫‪ ٢۵‬ﺍﺳﻔﻨﺪ ِ ‪١٣۴١‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﮒ ‪...‬‬ ‫ﻫﺮﮔﺰ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﮒ ﻧﻬﺮﺍﺳﻴﺪﻩﺍﻡ‬ ‫ﺍﮔﺮﭼﻪ ﺩﺳﺘﺎﻥﺍﺵ ﺍﺯ ﺍﺑﺘﺬﺍﻝ ﺷﮑﻨﻨﺪﻩﺗﺮ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻫﺮﺍﺱ ِ ﻣﻦ ‪ -‬ﺑﺎﺭﻱ ‪ -‬ﻫﻤﻪ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﺩﻥ ﺩﺭ ﺳﺮﺯﻣﻴﻨﻲﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻣﺰﺩ ِ ﮔﻮﺭﮐﻦ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺑﻬﺎﻱ ِ ﺁﺯﺍﺩﻱﻱ ِ ﺁﺩﻣﻲ‬ ‫ﺍﻓﺰﻭﻥ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺟُﺴﺘﻦ‬ ‫ﻳﺎﻓﺘﻦ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺁﻥﮔﺎﻩ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺍﺧﺘﻴﺎﺭ ﺑﺮﮔﺰﻳﺪﻥ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﻳﺸﺘﻦ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬ ‫ﺑﺎﺭﻭﺋﻲ ﭘﻲﺍﻓﮑﻨﺪﻥ ‪-‬‬ ‫ﺍﮔﺮ ﻣﺮﮒ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺍﺭﺯﺷﻲ ﺑﻴﺶﺗﺮ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‬ ‫ﺣﺎﺷﺎ ﺣﺎﺷﺎ ﮐﻪ ﻫﺮﮔﺰ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﮒ ﻫﺮﺍﺳﻴﺪﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﻱ ِ ‪١٣۴١‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﺁﻥ ﮐﺲ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﮐﻮﭼﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﺎﺯﻣﻲﮔﺮﺩﺩ‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺧﻴﺎﻝ‪ ،‬ﮐﻪ ﺭﻭﻳﺎﺭﻭﻱ ﻣﻲﺑﻴﻨﻢ‬ ‫ﺳﺎﻟﻴﺎﻧﻲ ﺑﺎﺭﺁﻭﺭ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺁﻏﺎﺯ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﮐﺮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺧﺎﻃﺮﻩﺍﻡ ﮐﻪ ﺁﺑﺴﺘﻦ ِ ﻋﺸﻘﻲ ﺳﺮﺷﺎﺭ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﮐﻴﻒ ِ ﻣﺎﺩﺭ ﺷﺪﻥ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺧﻤﻴﺎﺯﻩﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭﻱ ﻃﻮﻻﻧﻲ‬ ‫ﻣﮑﺮﺭ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﺧﺎﻧﻪﺋﻲ ﺁﺭﺍﻡ ﻭ‬ ‫ﺍﺷﺘﻴﺎﻕ ِ ﭘُﺮﺻﺪﺍﻗﺖ ِ ﺗﻮ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪﻩﻱ ِ ﻫﺮ ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﺗﺎﺯﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﻲ‬ ‫ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﭼﻮﻥ ﭘﺪﺭﻱ ﮐﻪ ﭼﺸﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺭﺍﻩ ِ ﻣﻴﻼﺩ ِ ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﻓﺮﺯﻧﺪ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺍﺳﺖ;‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﻫﺮ ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ‬ ‫ﻓﺮﺯﻧﺪﻱﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻮﺍﺯﺵ ِ ﺩﺳﺖﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﮔﺮﻡ ِ ﺗﻮ‬ ‫ﻧﻄﻔﻪ ﺑﺴﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ‪...‬‬ ‫ﻣﻴﺰﻱ ﻭ ﭼﺮﺍﻏﻲ‪،‬‬ ‫ﮐﺎﻏﺬﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺳﭙﻴﺪ ﻭ ﻣﺪﺍﺩﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺗﺮﺍﺷﻴﺪﻩ ﻭ ﺍﺯ ﭘﻴﺶ ﺁﻣﺎﺩﻩ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺑﻮﺳﻪﺋﻲ‬ ‫ﺻﻠﻪﻱ ِ ﻫﺮ ﺳﺮﻭﺩﻩﻱ ِ ﻧﻮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺗﻮ ﺍﻱ ﺟﺎﺫﺑﻪﻱ ِ ﻟﻄﻴﻒ ِ ﻋﻄﺶ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺷﺖ ِ ﺧﺸﮏ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭﻳﺎ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻲ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺣﻘﻴﻘﺘﻲ ﻓﺮﻳﺒﻨﺪﻩﺗﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺭﻭﻍ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲﺍﺕ ‪ -‬ﺑﺎﮐﺮﻩﺗﺮ ﺍﺯ ﻓﺮﻳﺐ ‪ -‬ﮐﻪ ﺍﻧﺪﻳﺸﻪﻱ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺗﻤﺎﻣﻲﻱ ِ ﺁﻓﺮﻳﻨﺶﻫﺎ ﺑﺎﺭﻭﺭ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ!‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﮐﻨﺎﺭ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﻣﻦ‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﮐﻮﺩﮐﺎﻧﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺟﺎﻣﻪﻱ ِ ﻧﻮﺩﻭﺯ ِ ﻧﻮﺭﻭﺯﻱﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﻣﻲﻳﺎﺑﻢ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﺳﺎﻟﻴﺎﻥ ِ ﮔﻢ‪ ،‬ﮐﻪ ﺯﺷﺖﺍﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺧﻄﻮﻁ ِ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﻡ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻳﺎﺩ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻧﺪ!‬

‫ﺧﺎﻧﻪﺋﻲ ﺁﺭﺍﻡ ﻭ‬ ‫ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭ ِ ﭘُﺮﺍﺷﺘﻴﺎﻕ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺗﺎ ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪﻩﻱ ِ ﻫﺮ ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﻧﻮ ﺑﺎﺷﻲ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺧﺎﻧﻪﺋﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ‬ ‫ﺳﻌﺎﺩﺕ‬ ‫ﭘﺎﺩﺍﺵ ِ ﺍﻋﺘﻤﺎﺩ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﻭ ﭼﺸﻤﻪﻫﺎ ﻭ ﻧﺴﻴﻢ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻣﻲﺭﻭﻳﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﺎﻡﺍﺵ ﺑﻮﺳﻪ ﻭ ﺳﺎﻳﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﻭ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩﺍﺵ ﺑﻪ ﮐﻮﭼﻪ ﻧﻤﻲﮔﺸﺎﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﻭ ﻋﻴﻨﮏﻫﺎ ﻭ ﭘﺴﺘﻲﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﺭﺍﻩ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬

‫ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺎ‬ ‫ﻧﺸﺎﻧﻪﻱ ِ ﺯﻧﺪﻩﮔﻲ‬ ‫ﻫﻢ ﺯﺑﺎﻟﻪﺋﻲ ﺑﺎﺩ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﮐﻮﭼﻪ ﻣﻲﺍﻓﮑﻨﻴﻢ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺍﺯ ﮔﺰﻧﺪ ِ ﺍﻫﺮﻣﻨﺎﻥ ِ ﮐﺘﺎﺏﺧﻮﺍﺭ‬ ‫ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﺑﺰﺭﮔﺎﻥ ِ ﻧﺮﻳﻨﻪﻧﻤﺎﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶﺍﻧﺪ ‪ -‬ﺍﻣﺎﻥ ِﻣﺎﻥ ﺑﺎﺩ‪.‬‬‫ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﻭ ﻣﺮﺍ‬ ‫ﺑﻲﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺗﻮ‬ ‫ﺑﻦﺑﺴﺖ ِ ﺧﻠﻮﺗﻲ ﺑﺲ!‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺣﮑﺎﻳﺖ ِ ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺁﻧﺎﻥ ﻏﻢﻧﺎﻣﻪﻱ ِ ﺩﺭﺩﻱ ﻣﮑﺮﺭ ﺍﺳﺖ‪:‬‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﻥ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﭘﺮﻭﺭﺩﻡ ِﺷﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺑﺎﺭﻱ ﭼﻪ ﮐﻨﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﮔﺮ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻮﺷﻴﺪﻥ ِ ﺧﻮﻥ ِ ﻣﻦ ِﺷﺎﻥ‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﮔﺰﻳﺮ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ؟‬

‫ﺗﻮ ﻭ ﺍﺷﺘﻴﺎﻕ ِ ﭘُﺮﺻﺪﺍﻗﺖ ِ ﺗﻮ‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺧﺎﻧﻪﻣﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﻣﻴﺰﻱ ﻭ ﭼﺮﺍﻏﻲ‪...‬‬ ‫ﺁﺭﻱ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﺮﮒﺁﻭﺭﺗﺮﻳﻦ ﻟﺤﻈﻪﻱ ِ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭ‬ ‫ﺯﻧﺪﻩﮔﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺭﻭﻳﺎﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺩﻧﺒﺎﻝ ﻣﻲﮔﻴﺮﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺭﻭﻳﺎﻫﺎ ﻭ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻫﺎﻱﺍﻡ!‬ ‫‪ ٢۴‬ﺍﺭﺩﻳﺒﻬﺸﺖ ِ ‪١٣۴٢‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫‪١‬‬ ‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﻣﺮﺩ ِ ﺳﺮﮔﺮﺩﺍﻥ‬

‫ﻣﺮﺍ ﻣﻲﺑﺎﻳﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺧﻢ ِ ﺭﺍﻩ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭﻱ ﺗﺎﺏﺳﻮﺯ‬ ‫ﺳﺎﻳﻪﮔﺎﻫﻲ ﺑﻪ ﭼﻮﺏ ﻭ ﺳﻨﮓ ﺑﺮﺁﺭﻡ‪،‬‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺮﺍﻧﺠﺎﻡ‬ ‫ﺍﻣﻴﺪ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺳﻔﺮﻱ ﺑﻪﺩﻳﺮﺍﻧﺠﺎﻣﻴﺪﻩ ﺑﺎﺯﻣﻲﺁﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺯﻣﺎﻧﻲ ﺍﻣﺎ‬ ‫ﺍﻱ ﺩﺭﻳﻎ!‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻣﺮﺍ‬ ‫ﺑﺎﻣﻲ ﺑﺮ ﺳﺮ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﮔﻠﻴﻤﻲ ﺑﻪ ﺯﻳﺮ ِ ﭘﺎﻱ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺗﺎﺏ ِﺧﻮﺭﺷﻴﺪ‬ ‫ﺗﻔﺘﻴﺪﻥ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺳﺒﻮﺋﻲ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺁﺏﺍﺵ ﺩﻫﻢ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺑﺮﺁﺳﻮﺩﻥ ﺍﺯ ﺧﺴﺘﻪﮔﻲ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺑﺎﻟﻴﻨﻲ ﻧﻪ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻨﺸﺎﻧﻢﺍﺵ‪.‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﻣﺴﺎﻓﺮ ِ ﭼﺸﻢﺑﻪﺭﺍﻫﻲﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻣﻦ‬ ‫ﺑﻲﮔﺎﻫﺎﻥ ﺍﺯ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺑﺨﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺭﺳﻴﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻱ ﻫﻤﻪﻱ ِ ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺑﺮﺁﻭﺭﺩﻥ ِ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺑﺎﻡ‬ ‫ﻧﻴﺮﻭﺋﻲ ﺩﻫﻴﺪ!‬ ‫‪ ٢٩‬ﺍﺭﺩﻳﺒﻬﺸﺖ ِ ‪١٣۴٢‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫‪٢‬‬ ‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﺁﺷﻨﺎﺋﻲ‬

‫ﮐﻴﺴﺘﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻦﮔﻮﻧﻪ‬ ‫ﺑﻪﺍﻋﺘﻤﺎﺩ‬ ‫ﻧﺎﻡ ِ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﺗﻮ ﻣﻲﮔﻮﻳﻢ‬ ‫ﮐﻠﻴﺪ ِ ﺧﺎﻧﻪﺍﻡ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺩﺳﺖﺍﺕ ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺍﺭﻡ‬ ‫ﻧﺎﻥ ِ ﺷﺎﺩﻱﻫﺎﻱﺍﻡ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﺗﻮ ﻗﺴﻤﺖ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻢ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﮐﻨﺎﺭﺕ ﻣﻲﻧﺸﻴﻨﻢ ﻭ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺯﺍﻧﻮﻱ ِ ﺗﻮ‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻦﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺁﺭﺍﻡ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﻣﻲﺭﻭﻡ؟‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﮐﻴﺴﺘﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﺑﻪﺟﺪ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺩﻳﺎﺭ ِ ﺭﻭﻳﺎﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﺗﻮ ﺩﺭﻧﮓ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻢ؟‬ ‫‪ ٢٩‬ﺍﺭﺩﻳﺒﻬﺸﺖ ِ ‪١٣۴٢‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫‪٣‬‬ ‫ﮐﺪﺍﻣﻴﻦ ﺍﺑﻠﻴﺲ‬ ‫ﺗﻮﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻦﭼﻨﻴﻦ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﮔﻔﺘﻦ ِ ﻧﻪ‬ ‫ﻭﺳﻮﺳﻪ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ؟‬ ‫ﻳﺎ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺧﻮﺩ ﻓﺮﺷﺘﻪﺋﻲﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺩﺍﻡ ِ ﮐﺪﺍﻡ ﺍﻫﺮﻣﻦﺍﺕ‬ ‫ﺑﺪﻳﻦﮔﻮﻧﻪ‬ ‫ﻫُﺸﺪﺍﺭ ﻣﻲﺩﻫﺪ؟‬ ‫ﺗﺮﺩﻳﺪﻱﺳﺖ ﺍﻳﻦ؟‬ ‫ﻳﺎ ﺧﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﮔﺎﻡْﺻﺪﺍﻱ ِ ﺑﺎﺯﭘﺴﻴﻦ ﻗﺪﻡﻫﺎﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻏُﺮﺑﺖ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎﻧﺐ ِ ﺯﺍﺩﮔﺎﻩ ِ ﺁﺷﻨﺎﺋﻲ‬ ‫ﻓﺮﻭﺩ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﻲ؟‬ ‫‪ ٣٠‬ﺍﺭﺩﻳﺒﻬﺸﺖ ِ ‪١٣۴٢‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫‪۴‬‬ ‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ِ ﺳﭙﺎﺱ ﻭ ﭘﺮﺳﺘﺶ‬ ‫ﺑﻮﺳﻪﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺗﻮ‬ ‫ﮔﻨﺠﺸﮑَﮑﺎﻥ ِ ﭘُﺮﮔﻮﻱ ِ ﺑﺎﻍﺍﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﻭ ﭘﺴﺘﺎﻥﻫﺎﻱﺍﺕ ﮐﻨﺪﻭﻱ ِ ﮐﻮﻫﺴﺘﺎﻥﻫﺎﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺗﻦﺍﺕ‬ ‫ﺭﺍﺯﻱﺳﺖ ﺟﺎﻭﺩﺍﻧﻪ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺧﻠﻮﺗﻲ ﻋﻈﻴﻢ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﻣﻦﺍﺵ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺍﺭﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﻦ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺁﻫﻨﮕﻲﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺗﻦ ِ ﻣﻦ ﮐﻠﻤﻪﺋﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻣﻲﻧﺸﻴﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﻧﻐﻤﻪﺋﻲ ﺩﺭ ﻭﺟﻮﺩ ﺁﻳﺪ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩﻱ ﮐﻪ ﺗﺪﺍﻭﻡ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﺗﭙﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻧﮕﺎﻩﺍﺕ ﻫﻤﻪﻱ ِ ﻣﻬﺮﺑﺎﻧﻲﻫﺎﺳﺖ‪:‬‬ ‫ﻗﺎﺻﺪﻱ ﮐﻪ ﺯﻧﺪﻩﮔﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺧﺒﺮ ﻣﻲﺩﻫﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺳﮑﻮﺕﺍﺕ ﻫﻤﻪﻱ ِ ﺻﺪﺍﻫﺎ‪:‬‬ ‫ﻓﺮﻳﺎﺩﻱ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺗﺠﺮﺑﻪ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫‪ ٣١‬ﺍﺭﺩﻳﺒﻬﺸﺖ ِ ‪١٣۴٢‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩِ ﭘﻨﺠﻢ‬ ‫‪١‬‬ ‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﭘﻨﺠﻢ ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﺁﺷﻨﺎﺋﻲﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﮊﺭﻑﺗﺮ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﺍﻧﺪُﻩﮔﺰﺍﺭﻱﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻣﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻭ‬ ‫ﺍﻧﺪﻭﻩﮔﺴﺎﺭﻱﻱ ِ ﺍﻭ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﻴﺰ‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻦ‬ ‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﺳﭙﺎﺳﻲ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﺳﺘﺎﻳﺸﻲ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺳﺘﺎﻳﺶ ِ ﺩﺳﺘﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻀﺮﺍﺏﺍﺵ ﻧﻮﺍﺯﺷﻲﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﻭ ﻫﺮ ﺗﺎﺭ ِ ﺟﺎﻥ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮﻭﺩﻱ ﺗﺎﺯﻩ ﻣﻲﻧﻮﺍﺯﺩ] ﻭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺳﺨﻦ ﭼﻪ‬ ‫ﻗﺪﻳﻤﻲﺳﺖ‪![.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺳﺘﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻫﻢﭼﻮﻥ ﮐﻮﺩﮐﻲ‬ ‫ﮔﺮﻡ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺭﻗﺺ ِ ﺷﮑﻮﻩﻣﻨﺪﻱﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﮐﺸﻴﺪﻩﮔﻲﻱ ِ ﺳﺮْﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﺎﻥ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬ ‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﻪ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﻥ ﻟﺒﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﭘﻴﺶﺗﺮ ﮐﻪ ﺑﮕﻮﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﺷﻨﻴﺪﻧﻲﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﻥ ﺩﺳﺖﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﺑﻴﺶ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥﮐﻪ ﮔﻴﺮﻧﺪﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‬ ‫ﻣﻲﺑﺨﺸﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﻥ ﭼﺸﻢﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﭘﻴﺶ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥﮐﻪ ﻧﮕﺎﻫﻲ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‬ ‫ﺗﻤﺎﺷﺎﺋﻲﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫‪23‬‬

‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻭ ﺍﻳﻦ‬ ‫ﭘﺎﺱﺩﺍﺷﺖ ِ ﺁﻥ ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﺑﺰﺭﮒ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻭﻳﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﻧﺒﺮﺩ ِ ﺑﺎ ﻭﻳﺮﺍﻧﻲ ﺑﻪ ﭘﺎﻱ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺭﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻟﺒﻲ‬ ‫ﺩﺳﺘﻲ ﻭ ﭼﺸﻤﻲ‬ ‫ﻗﻠﺒﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﮔﻮﺭﺳﺘﺎﻥ ِ ﺧﺪﺍﻳﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺳﺎﻥ ِ ﻣﺬﻫﺒﻲ‬ ‫ﺗﻌﻠﻴﻢ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻱ‬ ‫ﭘﺎﮐﻲ ﻭ ﺍﻳﻤﺎﻧﻲ‬ ‫ﺯﻧﻲ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻧﺎﻥ ﻭ ﺭﺧﺖﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻗﺮﺑﺎﻥﮔﺎﻩ ِ ﺑﻲﻋﺪﺍﻟﺖ‬ ‫ﺑﺮﺧﻲﻱ ِ ﻣﺤﮑﻮﻣﻲ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦﺍﻡ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫‪٢‬‬ ‫ﺟُﺴﺘﻦﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ ﭘﺎ ﻧﻔﺮﺳﻮﺩﻡ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﻫﻨﮕﺎﻣﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺭﺷﺘﻪﻱ ِ ﺩﺍﺭ ِ ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯﻫﻢﮔﺴﺴﺖ‬ ‫ﭼﻨﺎﻥﭼﻮﻥ ﻓﺮﻣﺎﻥ ِ ﺑﺨﺸﺸﻲ ﻓﺮﻭﺩ ﺁﻣﺪ‪- .‬‬ ‫ﻫﻢ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻫﻨﮕﺎﻡ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺭﻫﺎﺋﻲﻱ ِ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻱ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﻭ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺰ ﺍﻳﻦ‬ ‫ﺍﻣﮑﺎﻥ ِ ﺍﻧﺘﻘﺎﻣﻲ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﺪﺍﻧﺪﻳﺸﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﻲﮔﻨﺎﻩ ﺑﻤﺎﻧﻢ!‬ ‫ﺟُﺴﺘﻦﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ ﭘﺎ ﻧﻔﺮﺳﻮﺩﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﻋﺸﻖ ِ ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﺍﻣﻴﺪ ِ ﺁﺧﺮﻳﻦ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﻧﻴﺰ‬ ‫ﭘﻴﺎﻡ ِ ﻣﺎ ﻟﺐﺧﻨﺪﻱ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﺍﺷﮑﻲ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻫﻢﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﮐﻪ‪ ،‬ﺑﺎ ﻳﮏﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺨﻦ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻣﺪﻳﻢ‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻨﻲﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﻫﻤﻪ ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﻳﺎﻓﺘﻴﻢ‬ ‫ﭼﻨﺪﺍﻥ ﮐﻪ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻫﻴﭻ ﭼﻴﺰ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺎﻧﻪ‬ ‫ﻧﺎﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﻧﻤﺎﻧﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫‪٣‬‬ ‫ﺧﺎﮎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺪﺭﻭﺩﻱ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﺷﻬﺮ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺍﻭ‪ ،‬ﻧﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﻭ ﺷﻬﺮ ﻭ ﻧﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺩﻳﺎﺭﺍﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺪﺭﻭﺩ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺏ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺍﻭ‪ ،‬ﻧﻪ ﻋﻄﺮ ِ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩ ﻧﻪ ﺁﻭﺍﺯ ِ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺟﻤﻊ ِ ﺁﺩﻣﻴﺎﻥ ﻧﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻴﻞ ِ ﻓﺮﺷﺘﻪﮔﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ‪،‬‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺍﻳﻨﺎﻥ ﻫﻴﻤﻪﻱ ِ ﺩﻭﺯﺥﺍﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺁﻥ ﻳﮑﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﮐﺎﺭﻱ ﺑﻲﺍﺭﺍﺩﻩ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺯﻣﺰﻣﻪﺋﻲ ﺧﻮﺍﺏﺁﻟﻮﺩﻩ‬ ‫ﺧﺪﺍﻱ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺗﺴﺒﻴﺢ ﻣﻲﮔﻮﻳﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺳﺮﺧﻮﺵ ﻭ ﺷﺎﺩﻣﺎﻧﻪ ﻓﺮﻳﺎﺩ ﺑﺮﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ‪:‬‬ ‫>‪ -‬ﺍﻱ ﺷﻌﺮﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻣﻦ‪ ،‬ﺳﺮﻭﺩﻩ ﻭ ﻧﺎﺳﺮﻭﺩﻩ!‬ ‫ﺳﻠﻄﻨﺖ ِ ﺷﻤﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺗﺮﺩﻳﺪﻱ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‬ ‫ﺍﮔﺮ ﺍﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺗﻨﻬﺎﺋﻲ‬ ‫ﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪﻩﻱ ِ ﺷﻤﺎ ﺑﺎﺩ!‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺍﻭ ﺑﻲﻧﻴﺎﺯﻱﻱ ِ ﻣﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺍﺯ ﺑﺎﺯﺍﺭﮔﺎﻥ ﻭ ﺍﺯ ﻫﻤﻪﻱ ِ ﺧﻠﻖ‬ ‫ﻧﻴﺰ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﮐﺴﺎﻥ ﮐﻪ ﺷﻌﺮ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﺑﺪﻳﻦ ﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰﻩ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﻪ ﮐُﻨﺪﻓﻬﻤﻲﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺳﺮﺯﻧﺸﻲ ﮐﻨﻨﺪ! ‪-‬‬ ‫ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻭ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺭﺍ‪ ،‬ﻫﻢ ﺩﺭ ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﻧﻈﺮ ﺑﺎﺯﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻪﺍﻡ‪<.‬‬

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‫‪۴‬‬ ‫ﺍﮐﻨﻮﻥ ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺍﻭ ﺩﻭ ﭘﺎﺭﻩﻱ ِ ﻳﮏ ﻭﺍﻗﻌﻴﺖﺍﻳﻢ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺭﻭﺷﻨﺎﺋﻲ ﺯﻳﺒﺎ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﮑﻲ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺭﻭﺷﻨﺎﺋﻲ ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺮﺵ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺭﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﮑﻲ ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺮﺵ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺭﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻠﻮﺕ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺍﺯ ﺑﺮﺍﻱﺍﺵ ﺷﻌﺮﻫﺎ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻧﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺳﺮ ِ ﺍﺣﺘﻴﺎﻁ‬ ‫ﻫﺮﮔﺰﺍ ﺑﺮ ﮐﺎﻏﺬﻱ ﻧﺒﺸﺘﻪ ﻧﻤﻲﺷﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﭼﻮﻥ ﻧﻮﺷﺘﻪ ﺁﻳﺪ ﻭ ﺑﺎﺩﻱ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺑﻴﺮﻭﻥﺍﺵ ﺍﻓﮑﻨﺪ ﺍﺯ ﻏﻀﺐ ﭘﻮﺳﺖ ﺑﺮ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﻡ ِ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪﻩ ﺑﺨﻮﺍﻫﺪ‬ ‫ﺩﺭﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﺮﭼﻪ ﺍﺯ ﻗﺎﻓﻴﻪﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻟﻌﻨﺘﻲ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺷﻌﺮﻫﺎ ﻧﺸﺎﻧﻲ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ] ;ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥﮔﻮﻧﻪ‬ ‫ﻗﺎﻓﻴﻪﻫﺎ ﺑﺮ ﮔﺬﺭﮔﺎﻩ ِ ﻫﺮ ﻣﺼﺮﺍﻉ‪ ،‬ﮐﻪ ﭘﻨﺪﺍﺭﻱ ﺣﺎﮐﻤﻲ ﺧُﻞ‬ ‫ﻧﺎﻗﻮﺱﺑﺎﻧﺎﻧﻲ ﺑﺮ ﺳﺮ ِ ﭘﻴﭻ ِ ﻫﺮ ﮐﻮﭼﻪ ﺑﺮﮔﻤﺎﺷﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺗﺎ ﭼﻮﻥ‬ ‫ﺭﻩﮔﺬﺭﻱ ﭘﺎ ﺑﻪ ﭘﺎﻱ ِ ﺍﻧﺪﻳﺸﻪﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻓﺮﺗﻮﺕ ِ ﭘﻴﺰُﺭﻱ ﭼُﺮﺕﺯﻧﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺭﺩ ﭘﺘﮏ ﺑﻪ ﻧﺎﻗﻮﺱ ﻓﺮﻭﮐﻮﺑﻨﺪ ﻭ ﭼﺮﺕﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ ﭼﻮﻥ ﭼﻠﻮﺍﺭﻱ‬ ‫ﺁﻫﺎﺭﺧﻮﺭﺩﻩ ﺑﺮﺩﺭﻧﺪ ﺗﺎ ﺍﺯ ﻳﺎﺩ ﻧﺒﺮﺩ ﮐﻪ ﺣﺎﮐﻢ ِ ﺷﻬﺮ ﮐﻴﺴﺖ [‪ -‬ﺍﻣﺎ‬ ‫ﺧﺸﻢ ِ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪﻩﻱ ِ ﺁﻥ ﺷﻌﺮﻫﺎ‪ ،‬ﺍﺯ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ ِ ﻧﺎﻗﻮﺱﺑﺎﻧﺎﻥ ِ ﺧﺮﮔﺮﺩﻧﻲ ﺍﺯ‬ ‫ﺁﻥﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﻧﻴﺰ ﻧﻪ ﺍﺯﺁﻥﺭﻭﻱ ﮐﻪ ﺯﻧﮕﻮﻟﻪﻱ ِ ﻭﺯﻧﻲ ﭼﺮﺍ ﺑﻪ ﮔﺮﺩﻥِ‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﺍﺳﺘﺮ ﺁﻭﻧﮓ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ ﺗﺎ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺭﺍﺯﮔﻮﺵِ ﻧﺜﺮﺵ ﺑﺎﺯﺷﻨﺎﺳﻨﺪ‪ .‬ﻧﻴﺰ ﻧﻪ‬ ‫ﺑﺪﺍﻥ ﺳﺒﺐ ﮐﻪ ﻓﻲﺍﻟﻤﺜﻞ ﺷﻌﺮﻱ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻳﻦﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﺭﺍ ﻏﺰﻝ ﭼﺮﺍ ﻧﺎﻣﻴﺪﻩﺍﻡ‪:‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫‪۵‬‬ ‫ﻏﺰﻝ ِ ﺩﺭﻭﺩ ﻭ ﺑﺪﺭﻭﺩ‬

‫ﺑﺎ ﺩﺭﻭﺩﻱ ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﻣﻲﺁﺋﻲ ﻭ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﺑﺪﺭﻭﺩﻱ‬ ‫ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺭﺍ ﺗﺮﮎ ﻣﻲﮔﻮﺋﻲ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻱ ﺳﺎﺯﻧﺪﻩ!‬ ‫ﻟﺤﻈﻪﻱ ِ ﻋﻤﺮ ِ ﻣﻦ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺟﺰ ﻓﺎﺻﻠﻪﻱ ِ ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ِ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺩﺭﻭﺩ ﻭ ﺑﺪﺭﻭﺩ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﺁﻥ ﻟﺤﻈﻪﻱ ِ ﻭﺍﻗﻌﻲﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻟﺤﻈﻪﻱ ِ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺭﺍ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭ ﻣﻲﮐﺸﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﻮﺳﺎﻧﻲ ﺩﺭ ﻟﻨﮕﺮ ِ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻟﻨﮕﺮ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎ ﻧﻮﺳﺎﻧﻲ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺑﻪ ﮐﺎﺭ ﻣﻲﮐﺸﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﺎﻣﻲﺳﺖ ﭘﻴﺶ ﺍﺯ ﮔﺎﻣﻲ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺟﺎﺩﻩ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻴﺪﺍﺭ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﺪﺍﻭﻣﻲﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺯﻣﺎﻥ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ ﻣﻲﺳﺎﺯﺩ‬ ‫ﻟﺤﻈﻪﻫﺎﺋﻲﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﻋﻤﺮ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺳﺮﺷﺎﺭ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫‪۶‬‬ ‫ﺑﺎﺭﻱ‪ ،‬ﺧﺸﻢ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪﻩ ﺍﺯﺁﻥﺭﻭﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺎ ﺣﻘﻴﻘﺖ ﻭ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎ ﻣﻌﻴﺎﺭ ِ ﺍﻭ‬ ‫ﻧﻤﻲﺳﻨﺠﻴﻢ ﻭ ﺑﺪﻳﻦﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﺁﻥ ﮐﻮﺗﺎﻩﺍﻧﺪﻳﺶ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪﻥ ِ ﻫﺮ ﺷﻌﺮ ﺳﺨﺖ‬ ‫ﺗﻬﻲ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺑﺎﺯﻣﻲﮔﺮﺩﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺭﻭﺯﻱ ﻓﻲﺍﻟﻤﺜﻞ‪ ،‬ﻗﻄﻌﻪﺋﻲ ﺳﺎﺯ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﺮ ﭘﺎﺭﻩﻱ ِ ﮐﺎﻏﺬﻱ ﻧﻮﺷﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﻗﻀﺎ ﺭﺍ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺑﺎﺩ‪ ،‬ﺁﻥ ﭘﺎﺭﻩﮐﺎﻏﺬ ﺑﻪ ﮐﻮﭼﻪ ﺩﺭﺍﻓﮑﻨﺪ‪ ،‬ﭘﻴﺶ ِ ﭘﺎﻱ ِ ﺳﻴﺎﻩﭘﻮﺵ ﻣﺮﺩﻱ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ‬ ‫ﮔﻮﺭﺳﺘﺎﻥ ﺑﺎﺯﻣﻲﺁﻣﺪ ﺑﻪ ﺷﺐ ِ ﺁﺩﻳﻨﻪ‪ ،‬ﺑﺎ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻧﻲ ﺳُﺮﺥ ﻭ ﺑﺮﺁﻣﺎﺳﻴﺪﻩ ‪ -‬ﭼﺮﺍ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮ ﺗﺮﺑﺖ ِ ﻭﺍﻟﺪ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭ ﮔﺮﻳﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪- .‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺁﻥ ﻗﻄﻌﻪ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎﺩ ِ ﺳﺨﻦﭼﻴﻦ ﺑﺎ ﺁﻥ ﺑﻪﮔﻮﺭ ِ ﭘﺪﺭﮔﺮﻳﺴﺘﻪ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﻧﻬﺎﺩ‪:‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫‪٧‬‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﻳﮏ ﺟﻤﺠﻤﻪ‬

‫ﭘﺪﺭﺕ ﭼﻮﻥ ﮔﺮﺑﻪﻱ ِ ﺑﺎﻟﻐﻲ‬ ‫ﻣﻲﻧﺎﻟﻴﺪ‬ ‫ﻭ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﺕ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻧﺪﻳﺸﻪﻱ ِ ﺩﺭﺩ ِ ﻟﺬﺕﻧﺎﮎ ِ ﭘﺎﻳﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺭﻩﮔﺬﺭ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬ ‫ﻗﻨﺪﺍﻗﻪﻱ ِ ﺧﺎﻟﻲﻱ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﻣﻲﺑﺎﻳﺴﺖ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺍﺯ ﺩﻟﻘﮑﻲ ﺣﻘﻴﺮ‬ ‫ﺑﻴﻨﺒﺎﺭﺩ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺍﻱ ﺑﺴﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺭﻭﻳﺎﻱ ِ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﺍﻧﻪﻱ ِ ﻣﻨﮕﻮﻟﻪﺋﻲ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮ ﻗﺒﻪﻱ ِ ﺷﺐﮐﻼﻩ ﺗﻮ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﺳﺖ ﺩﻭﺧﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﺎﺭﻱ ‪-‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺣﺮﮐﺖ ِ ﮔﺎﻩﻭﺍﺭﻩ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﻡ ِ ﻧﺎﻻﻥ ِ ﭘﺪﺭﺕ‬ ‫ﺁﻏﺎﺯ ﺷﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﮔﻮﺭﺳﺘﺎﻥ ِ ﭘﻴﺮ‬ ‫ﮔﺮﺳﻨﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺩﺭﺧﺘﺎﻥ ِ ﺟﻮﺍﻥ‬ ‫ﮐﻮﺩﻱ ﻣﻲﺟُﺴﺘﻨﺪ !‪-‬‬ ‫ﻣﺎﺟﺮﺍ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺁﺭﻱ‬ ‫ﻭﺭﻧﻪ‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻧﻮﺳﺎﻥ ِ ﻣﺮﺩﺍﻥ ﻭ ﮔﺎﻩﻭﺍﺭﻩﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺟﺰ ﺑﻬﺎﻧﻪﺋﻲ‬ ‫ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﺍﮐﻨﻮﻥ ﺟﻤﺠﻤﻪﺍﺕ‬ ‫ﻋُﺮﻳﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺁﻥ ﺗﻼﺵ ﻭ ﺗﮑﺎﭘﻮﻱ ِ ﺑﻲﺣﺎﺻﻞ‬ ‫ﻓﻴﻠﺴﻮﻓﺎﻧﻪ‬ ‫ﻟﺐﺧﻨﺪﻱ ﻣﻲﺯﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺣﻤﺎﻗﺘﻲ ﺧﻨﺪﻩ ﻣﻲﺯﻧﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺗﻮ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﻭﺣﺸﺖ ِ ﻣﺮﮒ‬ ‫ﺑﺪﺍﻥ ﺗﻦ ﺩﺭﺩﺍﺩﻱ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺯﻳﺴﺘﻦ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﻏُﻠﻲ ﺑﺮ ﭘﺎﻱ ﻭ‬ ‫ﻏﻼﺩﻩﺋﻲ ﺑﺮ ﮔﺮﺩﻥ‪.‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﺯﻣﻴﻦ‬ ‫ﻣﺮﺍ ﻭ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﻭ ﺍﺟﺪﺍﺩ ِ ﻣﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺑﺎﺯﻱ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺍﮐﻨﻮﻥ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭ ِ ﺁﻥﮐﻪ ﺟﺎﺯ ِ ﺷﻠﺨﺘﻪﻱ ِ ﺍﺳﺮﺍﻓﻴﻞ ﺁﻏﺎﺯ ﺷﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﻫﻴﭻ ﺑﻪ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻴﺶﺧﻨﺪ ﺯﺩﻥ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻣﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺁﻥﮔﺎﻩ ﻧﻴﺰ ﺑﻨﺨﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺟﻨﺒﻴﺪ‬ ‫ﺣﺘﺎ ﺑﻪ ﮔﻮﻧﻪﻱ ِ ﺣﻼﺟﺎﻥ‪،‬‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ِ ﺗﻤﺎﻣﻲﻱ ِ ﺳﺎﺯﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﺳُﺮﻧﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺴﻲ ﻧﺎﺧﻮﺵ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺭﻡ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫‪٨‬‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﻣﺤﮑﻮﻡ ِ ﺷﮑﻨﺠﻪﺋﻲ ﻣﻀﺎﻋﻒﺍﻡ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻦﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺯﻳﺴﺘﻦ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺍﻳﻦﭼﻨﻴﻦ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ِ ﺷﻤﺎ ﺯﻳﺴﺘﻦ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﺷﻤﺎ ﺯﻳﺴﺘﻦ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺩﻳﺮﻱ ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺎﺭ ِﺗﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩﻩﺍﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯ ﺁﺗﺶ ﻭ ﺁﺏ‬ ‫ﺳﺮ ﺩﺭﺁﻭﺭﺩﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺗﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﻭ ﺍﺯ ﭘﺮﻧﺪﻩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯ ﺷﺎﺩﻱ ﻭ ﺩﺭﺩ‬ ‫ﺳﺮ ﺩﺭﺁﻭﺭﺩﻡ‪،‬‬ ‫ﮔُﻞ ِ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﻴﺪ ﺭﺍ ﺍﻣﺎ‬ ‫ﻫﺮﮔﺰ ﻧﺪﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻇﻠﻤﺖﮔﺮﺩﺍﻥ ِ ﺷﺐ‬ ‫ﭼﻪﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﺗﻮﺍﻧﺪ ﺷﺪ!‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﺩﻳﺪﻡ ﺁﻧﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻲﺷﻤﺎﺭﺍﻥ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺩﻝ ﺍﺯ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺳﻮﺩﺍﺋﻲ ﻋُﺮﻳﺎﻥ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻧﻴﺖ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ‬ ‫ﻋَﻠَﻤﻲ ﮐﻨﻨﺪ ‪-‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﭘﺲ ِ ﺁﻥ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﻫﺮ ﺁﻥﭼﻪ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻧﻲﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺗُﻒ ﻣﻲﮐﺮﺩﻧﺪ!‬

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‫ﺩﻳﺪﻡ ﺁﻧﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻲﺷﻤﺎﺭﺍﻥ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰﻩﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻋﺪﺍﻭﺕ ِﺷﺎﻥ ﭼﻨﺪﺍﻥ ﺍﺑﻠﻬﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻣُﺮﺩﻩﮔﺎﻥ ِ ﻋﺮﺻﻪﻱ ِ ﺟﻨﮓ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺧﻨﺪﻩ‬ ‫ﺑﻲﺗﺎﺏ ﻣﻲﮐﺮﺩ;‬ ‫ﻭ ﺭﺳﻢ ﻭ ﺭﺍﻩ ِ ﮐﻴﻨﻪﺟﻮﺋﻲ ِﺷﺎﻥ ﭼﻨﺪﺍﻥ ﺩﻭﺭ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﺩﻱ ﻭ ﻣﺮﺩﻣﻲ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻟﻌﻨﺖ ِ ﺍﺑﻠﻴﺲ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﻣﻲﺍﻧﮕﻴﺨﺖ‪...‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﺍﻱ ﮐﻼﺩﻳﻮﺱﻫﺎ!‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﺑﺮﺍﺩﺭ ِ ﺍﻭﻓﻠﻴﺎﻱ ِ ﺑﻲﺩﺳﺖﻭﭘﺎﻱﺍﻡ;‬ ‫ﻭ ﺍﻣﻮﺍﺝ ِ ﭘﻬﻨﺎﺑﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺍﻭ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺍﺑﺪﻳﺖ ﻣﻲﺑُﺮﺩ‬ ‫ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮﺯﻣﻴﻦ ِ ﺷﻤﺎ ﺍﻓﮑﻨﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫‪٩‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭﺑﻪﺩﺭﺗﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺑﺎﺩ ﺯﻳﺴﺘﻢ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺮﺯﻣﻴﻨﻲ ﮐﻪ ﮔﻴﺎﻫﻲ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻧﻤﻲﺭﻭﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻱ ﺗﻴﺰﺧﺮﺍﻣﺎﻥ!‬ ‫ﻟﻨﮕﻲﻱ ِ ﭘﺎﻱ ِ ﻣﻦ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﻧﺎﻫﻤﻮﺍﺭﻱﻱ ِ ﺭﺍﻩ ِ ﺷﻤﺎ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫‪١٠‬‬ ‫ﺑﺮﻭﻳﻢ ﺍﻱ ﻳﺎﺭ‪ ،‬ﺍﻱ ﻳﮕﺎﻧﻪﻱ ِ ﻣﻦ!‬ ‫ﺩﺳﺖ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﮕﻴﺮ!‬ ‫ﺳﺨﻦ ِ ﻣﻦ ﻧﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺭﺩ ِ ﺍﻳﺸﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺧﻮﺩ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺭﺩﻱ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺍﻳﺸﺎﻥﺍﻧﺪ!‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻨﺎﻥ ﺩﺭﺩﻧﺪ ﻭ ﺑﻮﺩ ِ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﻧﻴﺎﺯﻣﻨﺪ ِ ﺟﺮﺍﺣﺎﺕ ﺑﻪﭼﺮﮎﺍﻧﺪﺭﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪﺍﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺑﺎ ﺯﺧﻢ ﻭ ﻓﺴﺎﺩ ﻭ ﺳﻴﺎﻫﻲ ﺑﻪ ﺟﻨﮓ ﺑﺮﺧﻴﺰﻱ‬ ‫ﮐﻤﺮ ﺑﻪ ﮐﻴﻦﺍﺕ ﺍﺳﺘﻮﺍﺭﺗﺮ ﻣﻲﺑﻨﺪﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﺮﻭﻳﻢ ﺍﻱ ﻳﺎﺭ‪ ،‬ﺍﻱ ﻳﮕﺎﻧﻪﻱ ِ ﻣﻦ!‬ ‫ﺑﺮﻭﻳﻢ ﻭ‪ ،‬ﺩﺭﻳﻐﺎ! ﺑﻪ ﻫﻢﭘﺎﺋﻲﻱ ِ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻧﻮﻣﻴﺪﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻑﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﻫﻢﭘﺎﺋﻲﻱ ِ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻳﻘﻴﻦ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻫﺮ ﭼﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻳﺸﺎﻥ ﺩﻭﺭﺗﺮ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﻳﻢ‬ ‫ﺣﻘﻴﻘﺖ ِ ﺍﻳﺸﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺁﺷﮑﺎﺭﻩﺗﺮ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﻲﻳﺎﺑﻴﻢ!‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﭼﻪ ﻋﺸﻖ ﻭ ﭼﻪ ﺑﻪﺷﻮﺭ‬ ‫ﻓﻮﺍﺭﻩﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺭﻧﮕﻴﻦﮐﻤﺎﻥ ﻧﺸﺎ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﻭﻳﺮﺍﻧﻪﺭﺑﺎﻁ ِ ﻧﻔﺮﺗﻲ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺷﺎﺥﺳﺎﺭﺍﻥ ِ ﻫﺮ ﺩﺭﺧﺖﺍﺵ‬ ‫ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﻲﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﻗﻌﺮ ِ ﺟﻬﻨﻢ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻃﺮﻩﺋﻲ ﺍﻫﺮﻳﻤﻦﺷﺎﺩ‬ ‫ﺍﺷﺎﺭﺕ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫‪35‬‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﻭ ﺩﺭﻳﻐﺎ ‪ -‬ﺍﻱ ﺁﺷﻨﺎﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻥ ِ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻱ ﻫﻢﺳﻔﺮ ِ ﮔﺮﻳﺰ! ‪-‬‬ ‫ﺁﻥﻫﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻨﺪ ﭼﻪ ﺑﻲﮔﻨﺎﻩ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺩﻭﺯﺥ ِ ﺑﻲﻋﺪﺍﻟﺖ ﺳﻮﺧﺘﻪﺍﻡ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺷﻤﺎﺭﻩ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﮔﻨﺎﻫﺎﻥ ِ ﺗﻮ ﮐﻢﺗﺮﻧﺪ!‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫‪١١‬‬ ‫ﺍﮐﻨﻮﻥ ﺭَﺧﺖ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮﺍﭼﻪﻱ ِ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻧﻲ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﮐﺸﻴﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ِ ﺁﺧﺮﻳﻦ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﻱ ِ ﺗﻨﻬﺎﻱ ِ ﺁﻥ‬ ‫ﺗﻮﺋﻲ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ِ ﺭﻭﺷﻦ‬ ‫ﺳﺮﭘﻮﺵ ِ ﺑﻠﻮﺭﻳﻦ ِ ﺑﺎﻏﻲ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺗﻮ ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﮔُﻞ ِ ﺁﻥ‪ ،‬ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﺯﻧﺒﻮﺭ ِ ﺁﻧﻲ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﺎﻏﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺗﻮ‬ ‫ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﺩﺭﺧﺖ ِ ﺁﻧﻲ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺑﺮ ﺁﻥ ﺩﺭﺧﺖ‬ ‫ﮔﻠﻲﺳﺖ ﻳﮕﺎﻧﻪ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺗﻮﺋﻲ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻱ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ﻭ ﺩﺭﺧﺖ ﻭ ﺑﺎﻍ ِ ﻣﻦ‪ ،‬ﮔُﻞ ﻭ ﺯﻧﺒﻮﺭ ﻭ ﮐﻨﺪﻭﻱ ِ ﻣﻦ!‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﺯﻣﺰﻣﻪﻱ ِ ﺗﻮ‬ ‫ﺍﮐﻨﻮﻥ ﺭﺧﺖ ﺑﻪ ﮔﺴﺘﺮﻩﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻲ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﮐﺸﻴﺪ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﺭﻭﻳﺎﻱ ِ ﺁﻥ‬ ‫ﺗﻮﺋﻲ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫‪١٢‬‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻋﻄﺮ ِ ﺧﺎﮐﺴﺘﺮﻱﻱ ِ ﻫﻮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﻧﺰﺩﻳﮑﻲﻱ ِ ﺻﺒﺢ ﺳﺨﻦ‬ ‫ﻣﻲﮔﻮﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﺁﺑﺴﺘﻦ ِ ﺭﻭﺯﻱ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺯﻣﺰﻣﻪﻱ ِ ﺳﭙﻴﺪﻩ‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺏ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﮏﺗﮏ‪ ،‬ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﻫﺎ ﺁﺏ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺷﺐ‬ ‫ﺑﺮﻳﺪﻩﺑﺮﻳﺪﻩ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺳﺎﻳﻪﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺧُﺮﺩ ﺗﺠﺰﻳﻪ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﭘﺲ ِ ﻫﺮ ﭼﻴﺰ‬ ‫ﭘﻨﺎﻫﻲ ﻣﻲﺟﻮﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﻧﺴﻴﻢ ِ ﺧﻨﮏ ِ ﺑﺎﻣﺪﺍﺩﻱ‬ ‫ﭼﻮﻧﺎﻥ ﻧﻮﺍﺯﺷﻲﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﻋﺸﻖ ِ ﻣﺎ ﺩﻫﮑﺪﻩﺋﻲﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﻫﺮﮔﺰ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﻧﻤﻲﺭﻭﺩ‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺷﺒﺎﻥ ﻭ‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺭﻭﺯ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺟﻨﺒﺶ ﻭ ﺷﻮﺭ ِ ﺣﻴﺎﺕ‬ ‫ﻳﮏ ﺩَﻡ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻓﺮﻭﻧﻤﻲﻧﺸﻴﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻫﻨﮕﺎﻡ ِ ﺁﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺩﻧﺪﺍﻥﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺑﻮﺳﻪﺋﻲ ﻃﻮﻻﻧﻲ‬ ‫ﭼﻮﻥ ﺷﻴﺮﻱ ﮔﺮﻡ‬ ‫ﺑﻨﻮﺷﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫‪38‬‬

‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺗﺎ ﺩﺳﺖ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺁﺭﻡ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﮐﺪﺍﻣﻴﻦ ﮐﻮﻩ ﻣﻲﺑﺎﻳﺪﻡ ﮔﺬﺷﺖ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺑﮕﺬﺭﻡ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﮐﺪﺍﻣﻴﻦ ﺻﺤﺮﺍ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﮐﺪﺍﻣﻴﻦ ﺩﺭﻳﺎ ﻣﻲﺑﺎﻳﺪﻡ ﮔﺬﺷﺖ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺑﮕﺬﺭﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺭﻭﺯﻱ ﮐﻪ ﺍﻳﻦﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺑﻪ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲ ﺁﻏﺎﺯ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﺩ‬ ‫]ﺑﻪ ﻫﻨﮕﺎﻣﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺁﺧﺮﻳﻦ ﮐﻠﻤﺎﺕ ِ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﮏ ِ ﻏﻢﻧﺎﻣﻪﻱ ِ ﮔﺬﺷﺘﻪ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎ ﺷﺒﻲ ﮐﻪ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﮔﺬﺭ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺑﻪ ﻓﺮﺍﻣﻮﺷﻲﻱ ِ ﺑﺎﺩ ِ ﺷﺒﺎﻧﻪ ﺳﭙﺮﺩﻩﺍﻡ[‪،‬‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ِ ﺁﻥ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺣﺴﺮﺕ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺑﮕﺬﺭﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﻮ ﺑﺎﺩ ﻭ ﺷﮑﻮﻓﻪ ﻭ ﻣﻴﻮﻩﺋﻲ‪ ،‬ﺍﻱ ﻫﻤﻪﻱ ِ ﻓﺼﻮﻝ ِ ﻣﻦ!‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﻣﻦ ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺳﺎﻟﻲ ﺑﮕﺬﺭ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺟﺎﻭﺩﺍﻧﻪﮔﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺁﻏﺎﺯ ﮐﻨﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫‪ ١١‬ﺗﻴﺮ ِ ‪١٣۴٢‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﻟﺒﺎﻥﺍﺕ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﻇﺮﺍﻓﺖ ِ ﺷﻌﺮ‬ ‫ﺷﻬﻮﺍﻧﻲﺗﺮﻳﻦ ِ ﺑﻮﺳﻪﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺷﺮﻣﻲ ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﻣﺒﺪﻝ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺟﺎﻥﺩﺍﺭ ِ ﻏﺎﺭﻧﺸﻴﻦ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﺳﻮﺩ ﻣﻲﺟﻮﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺻﻮﺭﺕ ِ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ ﺩﺭﺁﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﮔﻮﻧﻪﻫﺎﻱﺍﺕ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﺩﻭ ﺷﻴﺎﺭ ِ ﻣﻮﺭّﺏ‪،‬‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻏﺮﻭﺭ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﻫﺪﺍﻳﺖ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻨﺪ ﻭ‬ ‫ﺳﺮﻧﻮﺷﺖ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺷﺐ ﺭﺍ ﺗﺤﻤﻞ ﮐﺮﺩﻩﺍﻡ‬ ‫ﺑﻲﺁﻥﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭ ِ ﺻﺒﺢ‬ ‫ﻣﺴﻠﺢ ﺑﻮﺩﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﻢ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺑﮑﺎﺭﺗﻲ ﺳﺮﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺭﻭﺳﺒﻲﺧﺎﻧﻪﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺩﺍﺩﻭﺳﺘﺪ‬ ‫ﺳﺮﺑﻪﻣُﻬﺮ ﺑﺎﺯﺁﻭﺭﺩﻩﺍﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻫﺮﮔﺰ ﮐﺴﻲ ﺍﻳﻦﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﻓﺠﻴﻊ ﺑﻪ ﮐﺸﺘﻦ ِ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺑﺮﻧﺨﺎﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺑﻪ ﺯﻧﺪﻩﮔﻲ‬ ‫ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻢ!‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﻭ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥﺍﺕ ﺭﺍﺯ ِ ﺁﺗﺶ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﻋﺸﻖﺍﺕ ﭘﻴﺮﻭﺯﻱﻱ ِ ﺁﺩﻣﻲﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﻫﻨﮕﺎﻣﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺟﻨﮓ ِ ﺗﻘﺪﻳﺮ ﻣﻲﺷﺘﺎﺑﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻭ ﺁﻏﻮﺵﺍﺕ‬ ‫ﺍﻧﺪﮎ ﺟﺎﺋﻲ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ِ ﺯﻳﺴﺘﻦ‬ ‫ﺍﻧﺪﮎ ﺟﺎﺋﻲ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ِ ﻣﺮﺩﻥ‬ ‫ﻭ ﮔﺮﻳﺰ ِ ﺍﺯ ﺷﻬﺮ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﻫﺰﺍﺭ ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺖ‬ ‫ﺑﻪﻭﻗﺎﺣﺖ‬ ‫ﭘﺎﮐﻲﻱ ِ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﻣﺘﻬﻢ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﮐﻮﻩ ﺑﺎ ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﺳﻨﮓﻫﺎ ﺁﻏﺎﺯ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ ﺑﺎ ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﺩﺭﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﻦ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻧﻲﻱ ِ ﺳﺘﻢﮔﺮﻱ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺁﻭﺍﺯ ِ ﺯﻧﺠﻴﺮﺵ ﺧﻮ ﻧﻤﻲﮐﺮﺩ ‪-‬‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎ ﻧﺨﺴﺘﻴﻦ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺁﻏﺎﺯ ﺷﺪﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﺗﻮﻓﺎﻥﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺭﻗﺺ ِ ﻋﻈﻴﻢ ِ ﺗﻮ‬ ‫ﺑﻪﺷﮑﻮﻩﻣﻨﺪﻱ‬ ‫ﻧﻲﻟﺒﮑﻲ ﻣﻲﻧﻮﺍﺯﻧﺪ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﻱ ِ ﺭﮒﻫﺎﻱﺍﺕ‬ ‫ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺏ ِ ﻫﻤﻴﺸﻪ ﺭﺍ ﻃﺎﻟﻊ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭ ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺑﺮﺁﻳﻢ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﮐﻮﭼﻪﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺷﻬﺮ‬ ‫ﺣﻀﻮﺭ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﺑﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺳﺘﺎﻥﺍﺕ ﺁﺷﺘﻲ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺎﻧﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻳﺎﺭﻱ ﻣﻲﺩﻫﻨﺪ‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺗﺎ ﺩﺷﻤﻨﻲ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﻳﺎﺩ‬ ‫ﺑﺮﺩﻩ ﺷﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭘﻴﺸﺎﻧﻲﺍﺕ ﺁﻳﻨﻪﺋﻲ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺗﺎﺏﻧﺎﮎ ﻭ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ‪،‬‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺮﺍﻥ ِ ﻫﻔﺖﮔﺎﻧﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻣﻲﻧﮕﺮﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺋﻲﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻳﺎﺑﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﻭ ﭘﺮﻧﺪﻩﻱ ِ ﺑﻲﻃﺎﻗﺖ ﺩﺭ ﺳﻴﻨﻪﺍﺕ ﺁﻭﺍﺯ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﺎﺑﺴﺘﺎﻥ ﺍﺯ ﮐﺪﺍﻣﻴﻦ ﺭﺍﻩ ﻓﺮﺍ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺭﺳﻴﺪ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﻋﻄﺶ‬ ‫ﺁﺏﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﮔﻮﺍﺭﺍﺗﺮ ﮐﻨﺪ؟‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺩﺭ ﺁﺋﻴﻨﻪ ﭘﺪﻳﺪﺍﺭ ﺁﺋﻲ‬ ‫ﻋﻤﺮﻱ ﺩﺭﺍﺯ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻧﮕﺮﻳﺴﺘﻢ‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﺑﺮﮐﻪﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﮔﺮﻳﺴﺘﻢ‬ ‫ﺍﻱ ﭘﺮﻱﻭﺍﺭ ِ ﺩﺭ ﻗﺎﻟﺐ ِ ﺁﺩﻣﻲ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﭘﻴﮑﺮﺕ ﺟﺰ ﺩﺭ ﺧُﻠﻮﺍﺭﻩﻱ ِ ﻧﺎﺭﺍﺳﺘﻲ ﻧﻤﻲﺳﻮﺯﺩ! ‪-‬‬ ‫ﺣﻀﻮﺭﺕ ﺑﻬﺸﺘﻲﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﮔﺮﻳﺰ ِ ﺍﺯ ﺟﻬﻨﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺗﻮﺟﻴﻪ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭﻳﺎﺋﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺧﻮﺩ ﻏﺮﻕ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺍﺯ ﻫﻤﻪ ﮔﻨﺎﻫﺎﻥ ﻭ ﺩﺭﻭﻍ‬ ‫ﺷﺴﺘﻪ ﺷﻮﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺳﭙﻴﺪﻩﺩﻡ ﺑﺎ ﺩﺳﺖﻫﺎﻱﺍﺕ ﺑﻴﺪﺍﺭ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﻬﻤﻦ ِ ‪١٣۴٢‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻣﻴﻌﺎﺩ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻓﺮﺍﺳﻮﻱ ِ ﻣﺮﺯﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺗﻦﺍﺕ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺭﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﻳﻨﻪﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺷﺐﭘﺮﻩﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻣﺸﺘﺎﻕ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺪﻩ‬ ‫ﺭﻭﺷﻨﻲ ﻭ ﺷﺮﺍﺏ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ِ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﻭ ﮐﻤﺎﻥ ِ ﮔﺸﺎﺩﻩﻱ ِ ﭘُﻞ‬ ‫ﭘﺮﻧﺪﻩﻫﺎ ﻭ ﻗﻮﺱ ﻭ ﻗﺰﺡ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺪﻩ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺭﺍﻩ ِ ﺁﺧﺮﻳﻦ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﭘﺮﺩﻩﺋﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻲﺯﻧﻲ ﻣﮑﺮﺭ ﮐﻦ‪.‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻓﺮﺍﺳﻮﻱ ِ ﻣﺮﺯﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺗﻦﺍﻡ‬ ‫ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺭﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﺩﻭﺭﺩﺳﺖ ِ ﺑﻌﻴﺪ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺭﺳﺎﻟﺖ ِ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﻡﻫﺎ ﭘﺎﻳﺎﻥ ﻣﻲﭘﺬﻳﺮﺩ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺷﻌﻠﻪ ﻭ ﺷﻮﺭ ِ ﺗﭙﺶﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺶﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﺑﻪﺗﻤﺎﻣﻲ‬ ‫ﻓﺮﻭﻣﻲﻧﺸﻴﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﻭ ﻫﺮ ﻣﻌﻨﺎ ﻗﺎﻟﺐ ِ ﻟﻔﻆ ﺭﺍ ﻭﺍﻣﻲﮔﺬﺍﺭﺩ‬ ‫ﭼﻨﺎﻥﭼﻮﻥ ﺭﻭﺣﻲ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺟﺴﺪ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﭘﺎﻳﺎﻥ ِ ﺳﻔﺮ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺑﻪ ﻫﺠﻮﻡ ِ ﮐﺮﮐﺲﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﭘﺎﻳﺎﻥﺍﺵ ﻭﺍﻧﻬﺪ‪...‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻓﺮﺍﺳﻮﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﻋﺸﻖ‬ ‫ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺭﻡ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻓﺮﺍﺳﻮﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﭘﺮﺩﻩ ﻭ ﺭﻧﮓ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺩﺭ ﻓﺮﺍﺳﻮﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﭘﻴﮑﺮﻫﺎﻱ ِﻣﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﻣﻦ ﻭﻋﺪﻩﻱ ِ ﺩﻳﺪﺍﺭﻱ ﺑﺪﻩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﺭﺩﻳﺒﻬﺸﺖ ِ ‪ ،١٣۴٣‬ﺷﻴﺮﮔﺎﻩ‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺟﺎﺩﻩ‪ ،‬ﺁﻥ ﺳﻮﻱ ﭘُﻞ‬ ‫ﻣﺮﺍ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰﻩﻱ ِ ﺳﻔﺮ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﺮﺍ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻫﻮﺍﻱ ِ ﺳﻔﺮﻱ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻗﻄﺎﺭﻱ ﮐﻪ ﻧﻴﻢﺷﺒﺎﻥ ﻧﻌﺮﻩﮐﺸﺎﻥ ﺍﺯ ﺩِﻩ ِ ﻣﺎ ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺭﺩ‬ ‫ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ ﮐﻮﭼﮏ ﻧﻤﻲﮐﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺟﺎﺩﻩﺋﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﮔُﺮﺩﻩﻱ ِ ﭘُﻞ ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺭﺩ‬ ‫ﺁﺭﺯﻭﻱ ِ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺍﻓﻖﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻧﻤﻲﺑﺮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﺩﻡﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺑﻮﻱﻧﺎﮐﻲﻱ ِ ﺩﻧﻴﺎﻫﺎﺷﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﻳﮏﺳﺮ‬ ‫ﺩﻭﺯﺧﻲﺳﺖ ﺩﺭ ﮐﺘﺎﺑﻲ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺁﻥ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﻟﻐﺖﺑﻪﻟﻐﺖ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺑَﺮ ﮐﺮﺩﻩﺍﻡ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺭﺍﺯ ِ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ِ ﺍﻧﺰﻭﺍ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺩﺭﻳﺎﺑﻢ ‪-‬‬ ‫ﺭﺍﺯ ِ ﻋﻤﻴﻖ ِ ﭼﺎﻩ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺍﺑﺘﺬﺍﻝ ِ ﻋﻄﺶ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭ ﺗﺎ ﻣﮑﺎﻥﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﺦ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺍﻧﺪﺭ ﺷﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﺳﻮﻱ ِ ﭘُﻞ ِ ﺩِﻩ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻤﻴﺎﺯﻩﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻲ ﺟﺎﻭﺩﺍﻧﻪ ﺩﻫﺎﻥ ﮔﺸﻮﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺳﺮﮔﺮﺩﺍﻧﻲﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺟُﺴﺖﻭﺟﻮ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺷﻴﺐﮔﺎﻩ ِ ﮔُﺮﺩﻩﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﮐﻠﺒﻪﻱ ِ ﭘﺎﺑﺮﺟﺎﻱ ِ ﻣﺎ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﭘﻴﭻ ِ ﺩﻭﺭﺩﺳﺖ ِ ﺟﺎﺩﻩ‬ ‫ﻣﻲﮔﺮﻳﺰﺍﻧﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻣﺮﺍ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‬ ‫ﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰﻩﻱ ِ ﺳﻔﺮ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﺣﻘﻴﻘﺖ ِ ﻧﺎﺑﺎﻭﺭ‬ ‫ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥ ِ ﺑﻴﺪﺍﺭﻱﮐﺸﻴﺪﻩ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺯﻳﺎﻓﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺭﻭﻳﺎﻱ ِ ﺩﻝﭘﺬﻳﺮ ِ ﺯﻳﺴﺘﻦ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻲ ﭘﺎﺩﺭﺟﺎﻱﺗﺮ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﮒ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﭘﻴﺶﺗﺮ ﮐﻪ ﻧﻮﻣﻴﺪﻱﻱ ِ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭ‬ ‫ﺗﻠﺦﺗﺮﻳﻦ ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﺗﻬﻲﺩﺳﺘﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺯ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻌﺒﺪ ِ ﺳﺘﺎﻳﺶﻫﺎﻱ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬ ‫ﻓﺮﻭﺩ ﺁﻣﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻧﻲ ﺩﺭ ﻗﻠﻢﺭﻭ ِ ﺷﮕﻔﺖﺯﺩﻩﻱ ِ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ِ ﻣﻦ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻗﻠﻢﺭﻭ ِ ﺷﮕﻔﺖﺯﺩﻩﻱ ِ ﺩﺳﺘﺎﻥ ِ ﭘﺮﺳﺘﻨﺪﻩﺍﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻧﻲ ﺑﺎ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺍﺑﻌﺎﺩﺵ ‪ -‬ﻓﺎﺭﻍ ﺍﺯ ﻧﺰﺩﻳﮑﻲ ﻭ ﺑُﻌﺪ ‪-‬‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺩﺳﺖﺧﻮﺵ ِ ﺯﻭﺍﻳﺎﻱ ِ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻧﻤﻲﺷﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﻃﺒﻴﻌﺖ ِ ﻫﻤﻪﮔﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﻴﮕﺎﻧﻪﺋﻲ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻴﻨﻨﺪﻩ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺳﻼﻣﺖ ِ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﮔﻤﺎﻥ ﻣﻲﺍﻓﮑﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺩﻭﺭﻱ ﻭ ﻧﺰﺩﻳﮑﻲ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻋﻈﻤﺖ ِ ﺍﻭ‬ ‫ﺗﺎﺀﺛﻴﺮ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‬ ‫ﻭ ﻧﮕﺎﻩﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺁﺳﺘﺎﻥ ِ ﺭﻭﻳﺖ ِ ﺍﻭ‬ ‫ﻗﺎﻧﻮﻧﻲ ﺍﺯﻟﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺑﺪﻱ ﺭﺍ‬

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‫ﺁﻳﺪﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ‬

‫ﺑﺮ ﺧﺎﮎ‬ ‫ﻣﻲﺭﻳﺰﻧﺪ‪...‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﻣﻌﺒﺪ ِ ﺳﺘﺎﻳﺶ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺑﺎﺯﺁﻣﺪﻩﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻌﺒﺪ ِ ﺳﺘﺎﻳﺶ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬ ‫ﺑﺎﺯﺁﻣﺪﻩﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺭﺍﻫﺐ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‬ ‫ﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰﻩﻱ ِ ﺳﻔﺮ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺭﺍﻫﺐ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‬ ‫ﻫﻮﺍﻱ ِ ﺳﻔﺮﻱ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﺭﺩﻳﺒﻬﺸﺖ ِ ‪ ،١٣۴٣‬ﺷﻴﺮﮔﺎﻥ‬

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