سیمرغ آرزو

The Simorgh of Longing

Cover of Fakhri Talebi's poetry collection "سیمرغ آرزو" (The Phoenix of Longing). A pointillist illustration of a mythical phoenix in flowing, jewel-toned dots of red, green, gold, and blue rises against a soft mint-green background with golden sunburst rays in the corner.
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Page from Fakhri Talebi's poetry book "سیمرغ آرزو" (The Phoenix of Longing), featuring the title poem "سیمرغ آرزو," with a pointillist illustration of a mythical phoenix in flowing, dot-formed color. The poem speaks of opening a window into the garden of the soul, gathering the heart's own flowers, and waiting for the mythical Simorgh to take flight toward union, letting go of the false self to meet the true one.



Page from Fakhri Talebi's poetry book featuring "دیوار سکوت" (The Wall of Silence), with a pointillist phoenix illustration in the corner. The poem uses the imagery of shadows crossing a silent wall, and the moon and sky as separated lovers, as dawn quietly breaks a night of longing.
Page from Fakhri Talebi's poetry book featuring "چنگک یار درون" (The Inner Beloved's Spark), with a pointillist phoenix illustration in the corner. The poem reflects on an inner light that glimmers like a guiding flame, a constant companion within that lights the way home through day and night.
Page from Fakhri Talebi's poetry book featuring "دل من کم کمکی آروم است" (My Heart Grows a Little Calmer), with a pointillist phoenix illustration in the corner. The poem speaks of releasing old secrets and memories, closing a chapter of longing, and finding a gradual, hard-won peace with the passage of time.
Page from Fakhri Talebi's poetry book featuring "شمعک کوچک عشق" (The Small Candle of Love), with a pointillist phoenix illustration in the corner. The poem carries the image of broken wings mended by love, and a small inner candle that glows steadily to guide the way back to the beloved.
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سیمرغ آرزو
گاهی آنچه در تمام عمر در جست‌وجویش هستیم، پرنده‌ای نیست که باید از دوردست‌ها بازگردد؛ پرنده‌ای‌ست که در سکوتِ جان، سال‌هاست بال‌های خود را گشوده است
در چهارمین کتاب، سیمرغ آرزو، فخری طالبی ما را به باغی می‌برد که در هیچ نقشه‌ای پیدا نمی‌شود؛ باغی در درونِ انسان، جایی که تن به گلستان بدل می‌شود، دل خانه‌ای برای حضورِ دوست، و انتظار، راهی برای دیدار
اینجا شاعر کلید باغ را به دست خود می‌گیرد؛ در را به روی خویش می‌گشاید و از میان نیلوفرها، شمع‌ها، سپیده‌دم‌ها و سکوت، به سوی آن پرنده‌ی دیرآشنا می‌رود؛ سیمرغی که شاید بیش از آنکه در آسمان باشد، در لحظه‌ای پدیدار می‌شود که انسان از مرزهای «من» عبور می‌کند
زیبایی این دفتر در همین سفر است: سفری از خود به خویشتن، از «ما و منی» به رهایی، از جست‌وجوی دیگری به کشفِ آنچه از آغاز در خانه‌ی دل حضور داشته است
شاید آرزو، در نهایت، رسیدن به جایی دیگر نباشد
شاید آرزو همان بالی‌ست که در لحظه‌ی خواستن گشوده می‌شود
و شاید سیمرغ، همان لحظه‌ای‌ست که دیگر در پیِ پرنده نیستیم؛
بلکه درمی‌یابیم که خود، در تمام این راه، در پرواز بوده‌ایم
The Simorgh of Longing
The Simorgh, the legendary bird of Persian literature, has long been a symbol of the soul’s search for truth and its journey toward itself.
Sometimes what we spend a lifetime searching for is not a bird that must return from some distant place, but a bird that, in the quiet of the soul, has been unfolding its wings all along.
In the forth book, The Simorgh of Longing, Fakhri Talebi leads us into a garden that cannot be found on any map—a garden within the human being, where the body becomes a field of flowers, the heart becomes a dwelling place for the beloved, and waiting becomes a path toward encounter.
Here, the poet takes the key to the garden into her own hands. She opens the door inward, and among water lilies, candles, dawns, and silences, she journeys toward that long-familiar bird—the Simorgh—which may dwell not so much in the heavens as in the moment when we cross the boundaries of the self.
This is the beauty of the journey at the heart of this collection: a journey from the self toward the deeper self, from the confines of “me and mine” toward freedom, from searching for another to discovering what has been present in the house of the heart from the beginning.
Perhaps longing, in the end, is not about arriving somewhere else.
Perhaps longing is the wing that opens the very moment we begin to desire.
And perhaps the Simorgh is the moment when we no longer search for the bird—
but realize that we ourselves have been in flight all along.
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عکس سربرگ: Zetong Li / Unsplash
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Header photo by Zetong Li / Unsplash.

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