Theme Day ; Statue of Nima Yooshij

I was searching for a subject to take photo as theme day of this month that I found there are no more statues in Mashhad other than I posted on my old blog. So decided to put a photo from Tehran.

I took this one in my last trip toTehran at Mellat park. The statue of Nima Yooshij, the Persian contemporary poet.

Photo resource: Wiki Pedia

According to Wiki Pedia :

Nimā Yooshij, (November 12, 1896 - January 6, 1960) also called Nimā, born Ali Esfandiāri, was a contemporary Tabarian and Persian poet who started the she’r-e no ("new poetry") also known as she’r-e nimaa'i ("Nimaic poetry") trend in Iran. He is considered as the father of modern Persian poetry.

He died of pneumonia in Shemiran, in the northern part of Tehran and was buried in his native village of Yush, Nur County, Mazandaran, as he had willed.

The venues in which Nima published his works are noteworthy. In the early years when the presses were controlled by the powers that be his poetry, deemed below the established norm, was not allowed publication. For this reason, many of Nima's early poems did not reach the public until the late 1930s. After the fall of Reza Shah, Nima became a member of the editorial board of the "Music" magazine. Working with Sadeq Hedayat, he published many of his poems in that magazine. Only on two occasions he published his works at his own expense: "The Pale Story" and "The Soldier's Family.

The closing of "Music" coincided with the formation of the Tudeh Party and the appearance of a number of leftist publications. Radical in nature, Nima was attracted to the new papers and published many of his groundbreaking compositions in them. The Boat is one of his famous poems.

The Boat

My face is withered

My boat is stranded.

With my stranded bark I cry:

“I am stranded in sorrow

In this dangerous seashore

And the water is far away

“Help, O friends!”

A smile of derision breaks upon their lips

But directed at me

At my askew boat

At my tumultuous words

At my infinite perturbation

At my infinite perturbation

Suddenly a cry issues from me:

I fear but danger and annihilation

The commotion of `to be or not to be'

It is but for endangered life.”

With their mistake

I buy mistakes

From their disheartening words

I suffer

Blood spurts out of my wound

How can I dry the water?

I cry.

My face is withered

My boat is stranded

My words are clear to you:

 

One person is alone

I extend my hand to you for help

My voice is broken in my throat

And if voice is voluble

I cry

For your salvation and mine

I cry!