نشریه ادبیات متعهد
پیاپی 14 (شهریور 1402)

The present article is a brief research on Nizami Ganjavi›s thought, style, expression, and worldview; Hakim is a storyteller and fanciful artist of Ganja. A poet with a unique and inimitable style in Persian literature, who, although everyone has the ability to order, Khamsa has set him as an example, but his greatness in poetry and his ability in a new way of arranging romantic verse storytelling (allegory poetry) have caused That all his imitators recognize his greatness and wish to achieve his actions. Therefore, in all literary fields, Shahbaz Sakhan has a clear superiority over Kabkan Dari. In this essay, we will examine some of the considered areas as well as other topics that are mentioned in different parts of the article, with the aim of making the reader reflect on categories such as his unique ability in visual and miniature language to express emotions and feelings, asceticism and mysticism without fainting. He, his unique style, and finally the enigmatic and secretiveness of his thought will be discussed. Acknowledging the issue that expressing all the dimensions of the mentioned purposes in the form of an article seems quite difficult and impossible; Because the artistic details of Hakim Ganje require a detailed book for each story and narration.

My beloved child! The breeze of this spring gave good news of a good age. In the grace and mercy of God, the most tender story of my time, the sweetest narration of my language and I am grateful for this good fortune. Your blessed presence fills me with joy and delight, until after many years I pick up a pen again and return to the embrace of my notebooks. And to write about the feelings of all the elements of my being that cannot be described. How beautiful is the feeling that covers my every fiber, every thought and remembrance and every moment of my day and night. Sometimes I am full of excitement like a fire. Sometimes like water full of peace and assurance. Sometimes I am full of logic and confidence like soil and sometimes like the wind, chaotic and restless. I review the cycle of my life with myself over and over again. How impatient I am as a child and how impatiently enthusiastic. I am eagerly waiting and patiently waiting. I am patiently restless and the child is restless. What an impatient child and ....