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“I turn to right and left, in all the earth
I see no signs of justice, sense or worth:
A man does evil deeds, and all his days
Are filled with luck and universal praise;
Another's good in all he does - he dies
A wretched, broken man whom all despise.”
― Abolghasem Ferdowsi, Shahnameh: The Persian Book of Kings

“But all this world is like a tale we hear -
Men's evil, and their glory, disappear.”
― Abolghasem Ferdowsi, Shahnameh: The Persian Book of Kings

“I am deathless, I am the eternal Lord
For I have spread the seed of the Word.”
― ابوالقاسم فردوسی / Abolghasem Ferdowsi, Shahnameh: The Persian Book of Kings

“Such is the passing that you must leave,
All men must die, and it is vain to grieve.”
― Abolghasem Ferdowsi, Shahnameh: The Persian Book of Kings

“Our lives pass from us like the wind, and why
Should wise men grieve to know that they must die?
The Judas blossom fades, the lovely face
Of light is dimmed, and darkness takes its place.”
― Abolghasem Ferdowsi, Shahnameh: The Persian Book of Kings

“Listen: this story's one you ought to know,
You'll reap the consequence of what you sow.
This fleeting world is not the world where we
Are destined to abide eternally:
And for the sake of an unworthy throne
You let the devil claim you for his own.
I've few days left here, I've no heart for war,
I cannot strive and struggle any more,
But hear an old man's words: the heart that's freed
From gnawing passion and ambitious greed
Looks on kings' treasures and the dust as one;
The man who sells his brother, as you've done,
For this same worthless dust, will never be
Regarded as a child of purity.
The world has seen so many men like you,
And laid them low: there's nothing you can do
But turn to God; take thought then for the way
You travel, since it leads to Judgment Day.”
― ابوالقاسم تفضلی

“And while one is brought up with luxury and caresses, and is thrown bewildered and despairing into a dark pit, another is lifted from the pit and raised to a throne where a jeweled crown is placed on his head. The world has no shame in doing this; it is prompt to hand out both pleasure and pain and has no need of us an our doings.”
― Abolghasem Ferdowsi, Shahnameh: The Persian Book of Kings

“From moment then to moment their desire
Gained strength, and wisdom fled before love's fire;
Passion engulfed them, and these lovers lay
Entwined together till the break of day.”
― Abolghasem Ferdowsi, Shahnameh: The Persian Book of Kings

“I am the sun
I am the sea
I am the one
By infinity

I am the spark
I am the light
I am the dark
And I am the night

I am Iran
I am Xerxes
I am Zal’s son
And I am a beast

I am God’s own
Emissary
Colour my heart
Red, white and green

I am Ferdowsi
I am Hafez
I am Saadi
Rolled all in one breath

Ibn Sina
Omar Khayyam
Look at me now
Bundled in one

I am the present
I am the past
I am the future
My presence will last

I am Ismail
My soul is unleashed
‘Till the day at least
The sun sets in the east”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Letter 19

“Mon cœur s'est égaré sur une étoile ; comment pourrait-il se plaire avec la lune ? Celui à qui convient la poussière ne regarde pas la rose, quoique la rose soit plus prisée que la poussière ; et quiconque trouve pour son cœur un remède dans le vinaigre ne trouverait dans le miel qu'une augmentation de douleur.”
― Ferdowsi, Shâhnâmeh : Le Livre des Rois persans

“Mehrâb tient derrière le voile une fille dont le visage est plus beau que le soleil. Elle est de la tête aux pieds comme de l'ivoire, ses joues sont comme le paradis, sa taille est comme un platane [sâj]. Sur son cou [épaule] d'argent tombent deux boucles musquées, dont les bouts sont courbés comme des anneaux de pied. Sa bouche [ses joues] est comme la fleur du grenadier, ses lèvres sont comme des cerises, et de son buste d'argent s'élèvent deux pommes de grenade. Ses deux yeux sont comme deux narcisses dans un jardin, ses cils ont emprunté leur couleur de l'aile du corbeau, ses deux sourcils sont comme un arc de Tharâz, couvert d'une écorce colorée délicatement par le musc. Si tu vois la lune, c'est son visage ; si tu sens le musc, c'est le parfum de ses cheveux. C'est un paradis orné de toutes parts rempli de grâces, d'agréments et de charmes.”
― Ferdowsi, Shâhnâmeh : Le Livre des Rois persans