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Today is/was the honoring of a Persian poet in Iran ; so I decided to upload a shot of his mausoleum located in Neyshabour that I took it in my recent trip .

Farid od Din Attar was born in Neyshabour and lived about 1119-1220 (Another source mentions he lived about 1136-1230). He lived close to 100 years and was killed by the Mongol invaders. His tomb is in Neyshabour.

Different stories are told about the death of Attar. One common story is as follow: He was captured by a Mongol. One day someone came along and offered a thousand pieces of silver for him. Attar told the Mongol not to sell him for that price since the price was not right. The Mongol accepted Attar's words and did not sell him. Later someone else comes along and offers a sack of straw for him. Attar counsels the Mongol to sell him because that is how much he is worth. The Mongol soldier becomes very angry and cuts off Attar's head so he dies to teach a lesson.

Attar is one of the most ancient poets of Persia. His work has been the inspiration of Rumi and many other mystic poets of Persian Empire. Rumi considered Attar the spirit and Sanai the eyesight , both of whom his poetic masters. Attar met Rumi at the end of his life when Rumi was only a boy and gave his book Asrarnameh as a present to him.

Attar took his name from his occupation. He was a druggist and a doctor in addition to being a poet.

In his shop, he also wrote while seeing patients. Attar wrote 114 pieces, the same number of suras in the holy book of Koran. About thirty of his works survived. To name a few of his works are love stories, biographies of saints, Asrarnameh ("The Book of Secrets"), a collection of quatrains, Illahinameh ("The Book of God") and the last not the least, his most well known masterpiece of Mantiq at-Tayr ("The Bird of the Sky") known as "The Conference of the Birds" .

One of his poems translated by Coleman Barks :

"Looking for your own face"

Your face is neither infinite nor ephemeral.
You can never see your own face,
only a reflection, not the face itself.

So you sigh in front of mirrors
and cloud the surface.

It's better to keep your breath cold.
Hold it, like a diver does in the ocean.
One slight movement, the mirror-image goes.

Don't be dead or asleep or awake.
Don't be anything.

What you most want,
what you travel around wishing to find,
lose yourself as lovers lose themselves,
and you'll be that.

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  • Copyright: Atousa Taghavi (Atousa) Gold Star Critiquer/Gold Star Workshop Editor/Gold Note Writer [C: 748 W: 52 N: 1093] (3422)
  • Genre: Places
  • Medium: Color
  • Date Taken: 2008-03-22
  • Categories: Architecture
  • Exposure: f/11, 1/500 seconds
  • Photo Version: Original Version
  • Date Submitted: 2008-04-13 11:04
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