In the city, leave my eyes at night, call me to go, pray for me on the night of separation, I am from the lineage of plants and water, I am captive to my dreams, with bright eyes, I am captivated by the pure look of wine, they told us not to sing, love poets from the day they said to fill our flowers, they told us to close the door on the song, they
didnt know that our poem will not die, with this tying,
take my hand so that the bridge is close to the narrow, become my lamp, that my doubts are cold . When your clutch came at night, stay in your war with me, who has no refuge without your love , except to sing in the darkness, it is not my sin to die, to die, the pure eye of the passage of flowers and light, they told us not to sing, the love poets from the day they said to fill our flowers, they told us to close the door on the song, they did not know that our poem will not die, with this closure
full of fantasies, the night traveler is an easy poem for the poet, the union of the Kaaba for the pilgrim, open the door that is the flower. Sing in the stone city in this time of jumping, stay with me, dont tell us today, love poets from the day they said to fill our flowers, they went to tell us to close the door on the song, they didnt know that our poem will not die with this closure.
