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Medium shot on a rising track between mud-brick walls: the perfumer, bent under a heavy sack of harvested roses, throws his head back mid-cry toward a break of pure white radiance in the overcast…

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عطارغزل شمارهٔ ۴۵:۰۳عرفانی

Drunk on the Wine of Your Love · Attar

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Wide autumn plain of cut saffron and pale wheat beneath a vast copper-lit overcast sky; the perfumer stands small and open-armed at its centre, head tilted back, eyes closed in overwhelmed joy…
Wide autumn plain of cut saffron and pale wheat beneath a vast copper-lit overcast sky; the perfumer stands small and open-armed at its centre, head tilted back, eyes closed in overwhelmed joy…
The perfumer's rust-stained hands fill the frame, crushing damask rose petals in a shallow brass mortar until dark fragrant oil bleeds from the ruined blossoms…
The perfumer's rust-stained hands fill the frame, crushing damask rose petals in a shallow brass mortar until dark fragrant oil bleeds from the ruined blossoms…
Overhead angle looking straight down as the perfumer kneels among his overturned perfume shelves, every glass vial emptied and scattered across a faded wool carpet, letting all of it go without protest…
Overhead angle looking straight down as the perfumer kneels among his overturned perfume shelves, every glass vial emptied and scattered across a faded wool carpet, letting all of it go without protest…
Medium shot on a rising track between mud-brick walls: the perfumer, bent under a heavy sack of harvested roses, throws his head back mid-cry toward a break of pure white radiance in the overcast…
Medium shot on a rising track between mud-brick walls: the perfumer, bent under a heavy sack of harvested roses, throws his head back mid-cry toward a break of pure white radiance in the overcast…
Alone against an emptying autumn track, the perfumer faces the opposite way from everyone else — a small caravan, villagers and a scatter of birds all withdrawing toward the pale west…
Alone against an emptying autumn track, the perfumer faces the opposite way from everyone else — a small caravan, villagers and a scatter of birds all withdrawing toward the pale west…
Composed through a turquoise-tiled archway: a heavy woven curtain lifts aside on its own, and beyond it stands no figure at all — only a flood of pure white radiance pouring over the threshold onto the perfumer…
Composed through a turquoise-tiled archway: a heavy woven curtain lifts aside on its own, and beyond it stands no figure at all — only a flood of pure white radiance pouring over the threshold onto the perfumer…
His face fills the frame, laid low and sideways against the warm packed earth of a lane at a threshold, eyes open and entirely calm…
His face fills the frame, laid low and sideways against the warm packed earth of a lane at a threshold, eyes open and entirely calm…
The perfumer kneels at the rim of a still dark pool at first light, lowering a single page inked with his own name and trade beneath the surface; the letters bloom apart and dissolve…
The perfumer kneels at the rim of a still dark pool at first light, lowering a single page inked with his own name and trade beneath the surface; the letters bloom apart and dissolve…

نسخه‌های خطی۱

دیوان عطار به کوشش بدیع الزمان فروزانفر - فریدالدین محمد عطار نیشابوری - تصویر ۱۴۱

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۳:۱۲پیر درد آشامعطار · غزل شمارهٔ ۷
۳:۱۲رحمتت بیش از گناه استعطار · بخش ۳۸ - در مناجات باری تعالی
۲:۵۲این دیده چون فراز شدعطار · غزل شمارهٔ ۲۰۱
۳:۱۴هیچ بودی هیچ خواهی شدعطار · غزل شمارهٔ ۸۳۴
۳:۴۵بی سر و بی سامانعطار · غزل شمارهٔ ۲۵۶