MUNIR MEZYED TO HAMINIA HAAR TODAY, 30 OF MARCH 2013

 " Thank you my dear sweet poet Haminia Haar !

Three poems more and we finish this book.
Love and light !

After that I need all the poems that you have 
translated, so we can publish them in a book .

In English and Romanian...

Wednesday I will call you as I will send you the 
book...

I need you to send me again the name of the 
carrier, the same one I sent you my previous 
books.

Love and light...."

Munir Mezyed,
30 of March, 2013

MY ROMANTIC POET

MY ROMANTIC POET

Oh, my romantic poet, my precious pearl !
Your Romanticism brings the Universe 
symphony to me,
Dancing Love from one pole to the other,
Heavenly fragrance of freesia fills my desires
By knowing your delicate white Ode..

God sent all the angels to bless you,
To make you divine since birth,
The holy Bible also says :
" At the beginning it was the word "
And it was given to you..

To teach the Purity to the Earth,
The souls who have lost their hopes,
Hope in life, in love and trinity,
Give them the Beauty, the Love and
the Essence in life !

Your romantic poems can heal the people,
By only reading about Love and Good understanding,
To guess their need to look up to the sky,
To see how happily the birds can fly,
And to imagine their scope of freedom..

You can taste the green of Nature and Vivaldi,
Can dance the Everest breeze and the warmth of South,
The Queen - Moon you can throne
Over the bright stars on the night sky
And send the Sun Ray to warm me..

The Orchard of Love you bring to all,
And let us smell the perfume of flowers,
To take the sweet nectar of the heavenly colors,
And be embraced by the ambrosia poetry,
Today, tomorrow and eternally..

My romantic poet, John Keat's twin,
You are the guardian of the Gate of Eden,
When the golden chariot is ready
For the angels to drive in line,
To assist your union with God..

You are my morning wish,
My nights heavenly dream,
The Seen discovering the Unseen
With the Light you have in your eyes,
To unfold the mysteries of the Unknown ..

The Ode of the azure Poetry you are,
The Joy and Happiness in the hearts,
Your fluttering wings of Love,
Cover all the colors of the rainbow,
Oh, love me to the end of life !

Haminia Haar,
The Orchard of Love, Nr.01
Copyrights@March29,2013

SNOW STORM = FURTUNA DE ZAPADA - POEZIE TRADUSA IN ROMANESTE DE HAMINIA HAAR DIN MUNIR MEZYED

SNOWSTORM

Munir Mezyed

Your lips are the beginning of snowstorm
And I am a pregnant cloud with honey
in the hand of God,
Reciting the spells of Creation ..


FURTUNA DE ZAPADA

Buzele tale sunt inceputul furtunii de zapada,
Eu sunt un nor insarcinat cu miere
In mana lui Dumnezeu,
Recitand literele Creatiei...

Haminia Haar,
Copyrights@March,28,2013

MY SUN RAY

MY SUN RAY


My Sun Ray,

Send your warmth to my cheeks
And touch my face with your Light,
Cover my body with your love
And fulfill my deep desires ...

Send me the breath of your soul
Full of heavenly wine
I will drink them in a moment
To keep safe your love in mind ...

I want to feel your azure freesia
And sweet fragrance of ambrosia
Into the deep core of my heart
For eternity my whole is thine !


Haminia Haar,
The Orchard of Love, Nr.8
Copyrights@March26,2013

BZN - I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOU

HAVE YOU REALLY LOVED A WOMAN ?

LEONARD COHEN - LOVE ITSELF

JOE COCKER - YOU CAN LEAVE YOUR HAT ON

MOON EMBRACE

MOON EMBRACE

Lord sends us the Moon
to embrace our deep pains
and desires with her Light
and fragrance of ambrosia,
to make us feel the 
divine love from Heavens...

Haminia Haar,
The Orchard of Love, Nr.41
Copyrights@March23,2013

MY ALWAYS DREAM

MY ALWAYS DREAM

Oh, my love, my always dream !
You came to me so late
To fulfill all my desires,
To taste the fragrance of my kiss
And touch my pure juvenile lips..

You found my Universe in the rain of Heaven,
The rainbow in the Orchard of Love,
You picked the one color of your dreams,
The ripened fruits of my holy Beauty,
All of them are the bow of God ..!

You felt my arms waiting for you
My lap longing for your head to rest in,
The desire of my fingers to caress you,
Of my lips to touch your eyes and hands,
I am the Oasis of your dry sands..

You know I am the gulf of your sunny days,
The azure lagoon of your hot sweet heart..
For you I'll pour the nectar of all paradisaical wines
Into the empty throat of your burning desire,
I'll make the rivers of your thirst flow..

To flow to the infinite realms of water
Able to lit even the Sun and the stars,
To burn all darks and light our souls
Consumming our flame in fire passion
Lost in Divine Love for ever !

Come to me, my Love,

I've been longing for you so much time,
You are my always dreams fulfilled
We met each other as falls of wonder..
I have a single wish in my existence,
To give birth to a new land of your Eternity !

Haminia Haar,
The Orchard of Love, Nr. 12
Copyrights@March21,2013

SACRED CHANTS FOR HEALING - SNATAM KAUR

LET'S LISTEN

LET'S LISTEN

My love,
Let's listen to this magic night
When darkness surrounds us in Light,
Let's listen to the vibes of the shining stars
And to the symphony of our souls..

Have you ever heard the music of our hearts
Playing for me and mine to you ?
Let's listen how beautifully they beat
The same with the Universe stream ..

Let's listen to the sounds of our breaths
Touched by the breeze of night,
Beautified in a single One,
By God's wish !

The Light of our love is like a dance
In the Night orchestra led by the Evening Star,
The dance of the photons of Light,
On the realm of Paradise !

Haminia Haar,
The Orchard of Love, nr. 15 ANT.
Copyrights@March21,2013

YANNI - UNTIL THE LAST MOMENT

ASI & ASYA - MOTHER'S DAY

HONEY T

HONEY T

Where have you gone, sweet HT ?
I really miss you, can't breath..
Wish you were here with me,
Your gentle smile never left me.

After dreaming a sacred angel
In my life to come,
You came and filled all my desires
With your heavenly gifts.

I can't forget your sweet voice,
Your wisdom and rare charm,
Pronouncing in a unique way
Divine words spread to Mankind.

Why did you do that game to me
That touched my heart so deep,
I can't find the answer yet,
But I still love and adore you.

I love you much, much
And dream your freesia to touch,
Day and night when can't sleep
Hold me in your arms no time.

You are so dear to my soul,
My soft tears flow free
On my pale face and cheeks,
Would you ever set me free ?


Haminia Haar,
The Orchard of Love, Nr.13
Copyrights@March21,2o13

LONGING FOR YOU

LONGING

My sweet,
I miss your soul and the ode of your words so much ,
I miss the fragrance of your freesia perfume,
Your sweet presence in my cells,
Photons of Light of your blood,
Feeding my breath !

Haminia Haar
The Orchard of Love, Nr 14
Copyright@February3,2013

WHY TO WORRY

WHY TO WORRY

When I intoxicate you and you me
With our magical unbelievable love,
When our thoughts are blown away 
And minds lost in ecstasy
Why do we worry about
Swimming in the waves of ocean ?

Haminia Haar,
The Orchard of Love, Nr.18
Copyrights@February3,2013

WHEN IT RAINS

WHEN IT RAINS


Sometimes when it rains
I feel the fresh drops on my face,
So good feeling this heavenly water,
Especially when the soul tears...


Haminia Haar,
The Orchard of Love, Nr.21
Copyrights@March20,2013

MY INCERTITUDE

MY INCERTITUDE

When you tell me day by day and 
month by month that you love me 
so very much beyond my imagination,
that you want me to be yours eternally 
as your sweet wife and mother of your 
children...

What can I think ?

When you tell me that you are as pure 
as the snow drop in spring and a sacred
man among men, in front of the believers
in God, the Creator of all things and 
society, not having been touched by 
any sin...

What can I think ?

When I see you such a handsome man 
like a divine angel, good speaker, 
using intoxicating love words, but false 
words, to me and to so many other women
around you, without any responsibility...

Can I trust you ?

Haminia Haar,
The Orchard of Love, Nr.49
Copyrights@March19,2013

OH, MY LOVE, MY QUEEN

My dear Haminia,

My sweet Love,I have written my poem on 

word just for you. 

I hope you will love it when you will read in 

the hush of nights and I believe when read 

in perfect mental tranquility while my love 

will make its way through your mind, body 

and soul, it will take you the realms I have 

just described in the poem. 

I want you to be mine forever and ever for all 

Eternity in whatever form and body we shall

live here or hereafter. 

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“I’m the love oh my love”

Have dreams from me,

The dreams of your heart felt desires,

The dreams that you ever dreamt,

Touch my lips and taste,

The ripened fruits of raptus Juvenility;

Be lost in my enthralling beauty,

And pick the one colour of your desire,

My orchard is full of fragrance,

The fragrance that angles bathe with,

My colours are the bow of God,

And my universe is the rain of Heaven.

For your ways are my arms

And yours resting in my lap.

I’m the gulf of your sunny days

And oasis of your dry sands;

For you I have shaped the Eternity:

The dribbles of paradisiacal wines, I will pour

Into the empty throat of your burning desire,

And will make the rivers of your thirst flow,

Through the gateway of infinite realms

To let your waters irrigate

The provenances of the souls slumber.

Upon the road of inhalation your lamps

Will lit the Sun and the stars.

Oh my beloved!

Your flames will burn the darks of souls!

And your passion will consume the agony of hell!

Come to me,

For my ways to your seeking soul

Are the falls of wonder.

Where from the currents of ecstasy

Head towards fragrant skin of your soul,

Time is but the seed of Eternity

And I will sow it

Into the ploughed land of your existence.

The flowers of eternal beauty will sprout from it

Yielding the fruits of tranquility and unfelt serenity

To intoxicate your delivering desires

Coming out of the legs of vanishing mortality. 

Hanook Gohar 

Copyrights@March16,2013

OH, MY LOVE, MY QUEEN

Oh my love, my Queen,

Now let my burning tongue swim

Into the pond of rapturous fragrance 

That emerges from the cells of your skin

And let its panting soul breathe

Under the shades of inclining mountains

From where I shall drink the nectar of my desire..

Hanook Gohar

Copyrights@March16,2013. 

NO CLOUDS IN TRUE LOVE

NO CLOUDS IN TRUE LOVE

When two lovers meet each other,
coming from two distant places in the world,
is it possible a good understanding of the two
different cultures and traditions ?

The words can be the same if they have the
same root, like Sanscrit where I discovered
many Romanian words which we use day
by day in usual conversations...

The habits can be different also, it depends
on the seasons, weather, religions, culture
and traditions spread all over the world in
unique ways...

For some people, Jungle means  " at home ",
they live together under the same shelter
made of plants, eat together on the ground
with their own fingers of the hands...

They don't have doors and bells for the
strangers to ring and announce their visit,
they just enter the homes like entering
their own home under the green leaves...

Other people were born in the cities full 
of lights and live in block of flats, each 
family having an apartment with some 
rooms, kitchen, bathroom and halls...

How much difference is there between
their lives, advantages and disadvantages:
those who live in nature learn to heal
themselves with natural plants and trees..

The others go to the malls to buy every-
thing they need for cooking, including green 
parsley leaves, onion, garlic, tomatoes,
bread and milk ...

The clothes they wear are much different,
of course : simple cotton wrapped around
the body for men and women in the jungle,
sophisticated clothes for those from cities...

In these conditions, if a man and a woman
from the two civilizations meet each other 
and fall in love, it happens, what style of
life will they follow in marriage ?

Will they understand each other and accept
the other's desires from the first day of their
common life in family until the last day on
Earth in love and happiness ?

They are twin souls and twin flames, they
know the divine love and want to live the
best life possible, to have children, to grow
them up and be proud of them !

Is it possible in the conditions given to
them by God ?

Can true love solve all the problems in
this couple until the end of their life ?


Haminia Haar,
The Orchard of Love, Nr.36
Copyrights@March18,2013

THE POET OF LOVE

 THE POET OF LOVE

Why the best Arabic poets in the world
say that their religion is Love ?
Is it their deep feeling or just their
desire to escape from oppression ?

They are very proud of their country, but
after much learning and education in
developed countries from the West, they 
started to understand  more than before...

They have reached the Truth on their skin,
the truth about the poorness in their countries,
about the big corruption at the high level of
their societies and the guilty politicians...

Of course, their pure hearts and minds
started to write about their own experience
in life since childhood till present and
they mention the great difference in poems ...

They breath the difference between freedom
and oppression from one country to another,
making comparison and knowing what is the
best and what is happiness...

Now, their talent and gift from God
intoxicate with Beauty all the souls and minds
from all the countries and from the whole world,
they reading only their amazing beautiful words ..

Whose country belong these God' poets ..,
when their own citizens threw them away 
from their own birth land country, family 
and houses ?

During Rumi's or Shakeseare's time there was 
No Nobel Prize in Literature, but they live in 
our hearts and souls with their love poems 
since more than 800 years ago...

Now, when Noble Prize Crown must be given
every year to a blessed by divinity man, but
when he is obliged to travel from one place to
another, who can be the winner ?

Do the laws of the countries decide who is
the best in literature or science in our modern
times without experts to choose who is the
best and unique ?

Or a loving literature and poetry country like
Romania can understand the difficult situation in
which the best poet of the world lives and accepts
his deep desire of living here for all his life ?

God is the single Truth that it happened !


Haminia Haar,
The Orchard of Love, Nr.22
Copyrights@March19,2013

CHRIS SPHEERIS - DANCING WITH THE MUSE

ILLUSIONS

ILLUSIONS

What should we do
If we were to live without
Illusion and imagination,
Without dreams by day and night
What should we do ?

What should we do
Without landscapes in our minds,
Without hearing the waves of oceans
Like the best music of our life,
What should we do ?

What should we do
If God forgot about our existence,
Not giving us mind to think
And love to feel your vibrations,
What should we do ?

What should I do
If I didn't have all these,
If I didn't feel God in me
And your freesia touching me
What should I do ?

I should be the ambrosia
In the yard of a church,
Longing for your warmth,
Breathing your holy breath,
What should I do ?

People being vegetables,
Ex minds drowned in the sand
Wait for a robot to dictate
How to live in slavery..
What should they do?

Very few like me are happy
To see the unseen and feel Love,
We have reasons in life and hopes
For Humanity to work in Joy
Only God can make us happy !

Haminia Haar,
The Orchard of Love, Nr.25
Copyright@March14,2013
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SPANISH GUITAR MUSIC - AMAZING ONE !

GYPSY GUITARRAS - FLAMENCO MUSIC - PART 4

ROMANTIC SPANISH GUITAR MUSIC - INNOCENCE

ROMANTIC GUITAR - CRYING IN THE RAIN

NICOLAS DE ANGELIS - VOYAGE - GUITAR SO NICE !!

ROMANTIC GUITAR - NICOLAS DE ANGELIS

ROMANTIC GUITAR MUSIC - LOVE ME TENDER

SPANISH GUITAR - PORCELAINE ROSE - VERY BEAUTIFUL !

SIMPLE THOUGHTS

SIMPLE THOUGHTS


I am the bee, the little, little being
With pure heart and dreams..
My gentle wings fly to the sky
To meet you, my sweet butterfly !

I don't want you to bring me
The rays of the Sun or Moon,
But if you kiss me with your freesia,
I'll love you as much time as I live !

Thus,

The magical bee and the shining butterfly
Touched their wings in mystery
For love to share with Humanity   
By the waves of ode and poetry !


Haminia Haar.
The Orchard of Love, Nr. 6
Copyrihts@March14,2013

THE COLOR OF LOVE

THE COLOR OF LOVE


My love ,
You are the red fruit in the orchard of life,
The sweet apple between Adam and Eve,
The reason for me and for them to live..

My love ,
You are the red rose in the eternal garden,
The best perfume for touching hearts
When we walk in the temple of love..

My love ,
You are the red blood in the human body
Carrying the oxygen of my inspiration,
The life of the whole Creation, you are !

My love ,
Are you red or any other color ?
Some lovers see you shining white bright,
Others feel you like their red pulsing heart..


My love ,
You are able to intoxicate me.
To fill my mind with joyous thoughts
And awake my deepest desires
Sleeping in my soul..

My love ,
I think you have the color of God !
It's only our sweet imagination,
On the azure waves of the Ode..


Haminia Haar,
The Orchard of Love, Nr. 3
Copyrights@March14,2013
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LETTER FROM DR. FAROKH' S OFFICE

Dear Ileana, Haminia,

I am Dr. Master's daughter here. 
Hope you are both doing well.

I help organise Dr. Master's International
seminars and lectures. 

This is in relation to Romanian Congress 
of Homoeopathy from 7 - 10th November 
and an extra day.

Thank you so much for the invitation.

Unfortunately he has his own summer 
school from 7 - 11th Nov in Lyon,
France. 

He is trying his best to change the dates in France. 

Please give us some time. 

Regards,

Dr. Rukshin Master

Homoeopathic Health Center

Ratan Abad

Mumbai

ROMANCE - KENNY G

BEE NECTAR

BEE NECTAR

How can the bees know

To take the nectar from the golden Yellow,

Each one from a single flower,

Make the honey and then die...?

They fly to the fire flame

Guided by the same God with Us,

Feeling the sweet ecstasy of honey

And giving their body to the future life..

We like to eat their magical work

Neither thinking that we eat heavenly love,

Nor asking why they fly zig-zag,

To reach the abundant Paradise ..

Is there a connection between bees and us ?

Most of the people will laugh, of course ..

How can it be ?

We are human beings, we can think..

Bees don't laugh, they work so happily,

BZZ all of us to go away from their path,

Their mission is divine, why don't we know ?

Sweet honey was discovered in Egyptian pyramids..

We don't know many things: Honey, Love, the Truth..

Why do the Japanese scientists study the bees in team ?

Can you think why the work in team is the best ?

If we knew, we would know the each others' respect..

The music of the charming bees is so pleasant..

Like in a miracle it takes away all our mind stress

And gives us the summer breeze to caress,

From pollen of pink freesia and white ambrosia ..

We should sing like them all day long,

" Honey, honey " their song !

For God give us Light and Divine love

For our souls be ONE in life and Paradise !

Haminia Haar, 
The Orchard of Love, Nr.16

Copyrights@March14,2013

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