An Ancient Persian Love story ( shirin and Farhad)
There is a place I know, high up in the mountains of Kurdistan. Where the crow roams freely and the snow finally meets the sun. Where you can fall wild like a mountain and run with a stone in your hand. This is where our story sleeps.
There was a brave man called Farhad, who loved a Princess named Shirin, but the Princess did not love him. Farhad tried in cain to gain access to the love-cell of Shirin's heart, but no one would dare betray the fact that a stonecutter loved a lady of royal blood. Farhad, in despair, would go to the mountains and spend his days without food, playing his flute sweet music in praise of Shirin. At last people thought to devise a plan to acquaint the Princess of the stone-cutter's love. She saw him once, and love which lived in his bosom also began to breathe in hers. But she dared not a mean laborer aspire to win the hand of a princess? It was not long, however, before the Shah himself heard the rumors of this extraordinary exchange of sentiment. He was naturally indignant at the discovery, but as he had no child other than Shirin, and Shirin was also pining away with love, he proposed to his daughter that her lover, being of common birth, must accomplish a task such as no man may be able to do, and then, and only then, might he be recommended to his favor.
The task which he skillfully suggested was that Shirin should ask her lover to dig a canal in the rocky land among the hills. The canal must be six lances in width and three lances deep and forty miles long!
The Princess had to convey her father's decision to Farhad, who forthwith shouldered his spade and started off to the hills to commence the gigantic task. He worked hard and broke the stones for years. He would start his work early in the morning when it was yet dark and never ceased from his labor till, owing to darkness, no man could see one yard on each side. Shirin secretly visited him and watched the hard working Farhad sleeping with his taysha (spade) under his head, his body stretched on the bed of stones. She noticed, with all the pride of a lover, that he cut her figure in the rocks at each six yards and she would sigh and return without him knowing.
Farhad worked for years and cut his canal; all was in readiness but his task was not yet finished, for he had to dig a well in the rocky beds of the mountains. He was half- way through, and would probably have completed it, when the Shah consulted his courtiers and sought their advice. His artifice had failed. Farhad had not perished in the attempt, and if all the conditions were in the attempt, and if all the conditions were in the attempt, and if all the conditions were fulfilled as they promised to be soon, his daughter must go to him in marriage. The Viziers suggested that an old woman should be sent to Farhad to tell him that Shirin was dead; then, perhaps, Farhad would become heart broken and leave off the work.
It was an ignoble trick, but it promised success and the Shah agreed to try it. So an old woman went to Farhad and wept and cried till words choked her; the stone-cutter asked her the cause of her bereavement.
"I weep for a deceased," she said, "and for you." "For a deceased and for me?" asked the surprised Farhad. "And how do you explain it?"
"Well, my brave man," said the pretender sobbingly, "you have worked so well, and for such a long time, too, but you have labored in vain, for the object of you devotion is dead!"
"What!" cried the bewildered man, "Shinin is dead?"
Such was his grief that he cut his head with the sharp taysha (spade) and died under the carved streamed into his canal was his own blood. When Shirin heard this she fled in great sorrow to the mountains where lay her wronged lover; it is said that she inflicted a wound in her own head at the precise spot where Farhad had struck himself, and with the same sharp edge of the spade which was stained with her lover's gore. No water ever flowed into the canal, but the two lovers were entombed in one and the same grave.
"There's a place where now the two lovers sleep. Side by side. Shirin and her Farhad. That place is very high up in the mountains of Kurdistan. And can only be reached when the snow comes washing down in spring. And stains blood red the cheeks of maidens. If you want to meet the two of them, you will have to ask the crow to take you there."
This writing is dedicated to all those whose hearts have been struck by love and to the one and only star in the sky of my heart....‘All else disappears when the thought of the beloved occupies the mind of the lover.’
To read other Persian love stories such as Laili and Majnun and Yusuf and Zoleykhah refer to:
http://www.sonicocean.com/hik/5p4.htm
Paintings of Shirin and Farhad:
http://www.caroun.com/Painting/IranPainting/Behzad/Works-Behzad/HB-6-2.jpg
There was a brave man called Farhad, who loved a Princess named Shirin, but the Princess did not love him. Farhad tried in cain to gain access to the love-cell of Shirin's heart, but no one would dare betray the fact that a stonecutter loved a lady of royal blood. Farhad, in despair, would go to the mountains and spend his days without food, playing his flute sweet music in praise of Shirin. At last people thought to devise a plan to acquaint the Princess of the stone-cutter's love. She saw him once, and love which lived in his bosom also began to breathe in hers. But she dared not a mean laborer aspire to win the hand of a princess? It was not long, however, before the Shah himself heard the rumors of this extraordinary exchange of sentiment. He was naturally indignant at the discovery, but as he had no child other than Shirin, and Shirin was also pining away with love, he proposed to his daughter that her lover, being of common birth, must accomplish a task such as no man may be able to do, and then, and only then, might he be recommended to his favor.
The task which he skillfully suggested was that Shirin should ask her lover to dig a canal in the rocky land among the hills. The canal must be six lances in width and three lances deep and forty miles long!
The Princess had to convey her father's decision to Farhad, who forthwith shouldered his spade and started off to the hills to commence the gigantic task. He worked hard and broke the stones for years. He would start his work early in the morning when it was yet dark and never ceased from his labor till, owing to darkness, no man could see one yard on each side. Shirin secretly visited him and watched the hard working Farhad sleeping with his taysha (spade) under his head, his body stretched on the bed of stones. She noticed, with all the pride of a lover, that he cut her figure in the rocks at each six yards and she would sigh and return without him knowing.
Farhad worked for years and cut his canal; all was in readiness but his task was not yet finished, for he had to dig a well in the rocky beds of the mountains. He was half- way through, and would probably have completed it, when the Shah consulted his courtiers and sought their advice. His artifice had failed. Farhad had not perished in the attempt, and if all the conditions were in the attempt, and if all the conditions were in the attempt, and if all the conditions were fulfilled as they promised to be soon, his daughter must go to him in marriage. The Viziers suggested that an old woman should be sent to Farhad to tell him that Shirin was dead; then, perhaps, Farhad would become heart broken and leave off the work.
It was an ignoble trick, but it promised success and the Shah agreed to try it. So an old woman went to Farhad and wept and cried till words choked her; the stone-cutter asked her the cause of her bereavement.
"I weep for a deceased," she said, "and for you." "For a deceased and for me?" asked the surprised Farhad. "And how do you explain it?"
"Well, my brave man," said the pretender sobbingly, "you have worked so well, and for such a long time, too, but you have labored in vain, for the object of you devotion is dead!"
"What!" cried the bewildered man, "Shinin is dead?"
Such was his grief that he cut his head with the sharp taysha (spade) and died under the carved streamed into his canal was his own blood. When Shirin heard this she fled in great sorrow to the mountains where lay her wronged lover; it is said that she inflicted a wound in her own head at the precise spot where Farhad had struck himself, and with the same sharp edge of the spade which was stained with her lover's gore. No water ever flowed into the canal, but the two lovers were entombed in one and the same grave.
"There's a place where now the two lovers sleep. Side by side. Shirin and her Farhad. That place is very high up in the mountains of Kurdistan. And can only be reached when the snow comes washing down in spring. And stains blood red the cheeks of maidens. If you want to meet the two of them, you will have to ask the crow to take you there."
This writing is dedicated to all those whose hearts have been struck by love and to the one and only star in the sky of my heart....‘All else disappears when the thought of the beloved occupies the mind of the lover.’
To read other Persian love stories such as Laili and Majnun and Yusuf and Zoleykhah refer to:
http://www.sonicocean.com/hik/5p4.htm
Paintings of Shirin and Farhad:
http://www.caroun.com/Painting/IranPainting/Behzad/Works-Behzad/HB-6-2.jpg
29 Comments:
wonderful!
thanks
.....and my lover is also Shirin, her name is Shirin. I always think about her and feel the sweetness of her name all the times. But she has broken my heart....no matter I am sure there will be some time when i will win her heart. This story has stirred my emotions again.
Great Friend!
Wish to die in Love rather than live without love. But these days love as become fun for girls and boys. And these days religion, caste, creed, and race comes into picture before love as a enemy.
-raj
you have fulfilled my long standing wish to know the story of shirin and farhad...thanks a million amigo
Thanks friend.
For your narration and for your link to the Persian Love Stories.
Hi to my all friends how red this sad story? Its a very great love story.I love it and one thing my is also farhad but not that farhad how killed his self for his love.You all know that now a days love is become fun for all girls and boys.
best love story,thanx 4 writing.....see also Pakistani love tales HEER RANJHA, SASSI PUNNU, SOHNI MAHIWAL, MIRZA SAHIBAN
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MY NAME IS SHIRIN N I THUGHT MY LOVE WOULD LOVE AS FARHAD DID . BUT MY BADLUCK HE LEFT ME FOR NO REASON . DNT KNW WHETHER SUCH LOVE STILL EXIST OR NO ? ? ? / CAN ANYONE TELL SUCH LOVE EXIST OR NO OR THESE R IN BOOK ONLY N NOT IN REAL IN 2DAYS WORLD
Guys do any know any other tales of love and do you where on the net i can find it to read...thanks
Mariam
Hi frnd
u explain really well, and if i m not wrong ur also lover, millons of thanks for you.
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allways i knew that two name but did not fill the story,today i fill that from heart,great
Its amazing:
A true love has great power with bless of God
hi↲Hmmm tears came rolling down cheeks were wet and lips were salty exactly as she rejected :-)↲Still i lov her she is my shiren but i was never her farhad its ok i wait for all my life . If she returns to me before my last breath i shall be satisfied for the all the life i lead without her↲But if she doesnt i shall perish saying sorry ahoo i could not wait more i am going ..
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Thanks for the post and have a nice day
Shirin
This is a great love story.. I want my love of this type.I love someone. i will not take his name.. I have no strength to propose him.we lives in different states.. I love him so much.
I'm glad to have been invited to read this lovestory. This is true love! I enjoyed reading it.
Khoda hafez!
assalamualekum my brothers and sisters,
my name is also sheeri and my lover is azam who loves me like farhad,he has gone far to be settled down so that we both can get married to each other, our parents have agreed to make us married
in sha ALLAH ,we will get married this year, you all please pray for me and him,
jazaak ALLAH khair
Hi readers
i come from Balochi family, bordering
Iran . This Love story was narrated to me almost 50 years ago by my loving loving grand mother, who was from Chahbahar a coastal city of Iran.This time this love story touched me a lot.I am a surgeon not a cardiac one but i presume heart muscles and nerves do contain Love cells, which are diminishing day by day . One hardly finds such thrilling love now a days . My all the loves for Shirin and Farhad's soul
Allah Hafiz
N. A.B
really it is a good story. i have no other words to praise it. thanks.
Hi
My name is Shereen. For years i've been wanting to know the love story as i've always been teased by people saying "O Shereen where is your Farhad?"
It's a nice love story. However, true love? I don't know what to belive. All I know is the boy that I once liked never saw the love I had for him and married someone else. Was he my Farhad? Guess not. On the brink of giving up I still have the last ounce of hope that my Farhad (the true Farhad, not a hot head) will discover me one day. Insha'Allah. Place your trust in the Lord, for he knows what is best for all.
Thanks
My friend name is also SHIRIN and she also love a prince
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My ex- boyfriend name is also Farhad, he was so kind and very nice guy for me since first time i knew him, but now we have broke up, but still i love him so much....
thanks for posting this :)
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http://www.scribd.com/doc/239673087/Shirin-Farhad-erotic-poetry
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