Who is more poetic to be sad, we
have said a point of this meaning, and this is what I have said about
your heart, if I find that the finger of my
hundred kings of Solomon is under the jewel, it
should not be sad because of the jealous slander, O heart,
perhaps when you see your good in this,
whoever does not understand, the saddle of the imaginary trick
, its role in the haram of the Chinese form,
be the cup and the blood of the heart, each of them gave
to someone.In the circle of the part, the situation should be like
this, in the work of rose water and flowers, the eternal verdict was that
Kain should be a witness to a bazaar and a curtain sitter
, it is not that Hafez should be randited because of
Kain, the previous history until the last day,
Hafez is
a late secret that does not smell its order
, it is a late sorrow that does not smell its end,
if you do not believe it, come to me
, see the pain that cannot be cured, happy
at that hour when the lover walks from the door,
Hajroon and On the day of grief,
I will expel June from my heart with a hundred enthusiasms,
so that in its place, the heart of Ayo
Baba Tahir, the
threshold of the souls,
take a path that sighs on its instrument, sing a poem with which it can be beaten, the woman of your hair is safe, it
is no wonder
that if you are a bandit, a hundred caravans can strike
on the threshold of the souls, if you are able to put a
rose of glory on the sky, you can
beat the dervishes, we are the leaves of
the Sultans house. And the old heart of his time in it was able to
ease our curved stature, but
it was possible to shoot the arrow from this bow in the eyes of the enemies, the keeper of the
chest is full of pain, O healer, the
balm of the heart came to life from loneliness, the companion of the eye of
the comfort, who is giving me a cup from the sharp sphere of the
barricade
. It
must be built in the hands of another world, and there is no way to make a person
of palate and pampering in the alley of Randi,
the path must burn the world, not the raw of sorrow,
in the way of safe love, and the comfort of the
beard, the beard of that heart that will be with your pain, the balm of crying
, Hafez, what is the elder before the seizure of love,
this storm will be the seven seas of dew,
Hafez
Dela, from the hand of loneliness, to my soul
from his sigh and moaning in my floss
. The blur of the pain of separation, the
scream of the brain of my
bones, my dear ones, from the sorrow and pain of separation
, has not reached my eyes, the light
is trapped in the trap of homesickness and pain,
no companion and companion, no acquaintance, who will hear the sky, I will listen
to every turn, the fire will burn to my soul, I will
spend a lifetime with sorrow and pain
, my sky
will not know who my heart is crazy,
who is the captive of Narcissus, who is drunk,
I do not know where our confused heart
is and who is
at home.Someone who has a new heartache
that is very sad and fruitless,
someone smells my grief and pain,
know that he has a problem like a hair problem
, I am late to get rid of it
, I advise him that it will not be of any use to the wind, I will blow it, the wind will blow
on the fire, the smoke will not smell, the
pain of my hair and my pain was from a friend
, my hair connection and my abandonment from a friend
, if my butcher is separated from the body and the skin will
never be separated. I dont know what my friend is
about
, my hairMy feathers and wings are broken because I dont sleep?
Everyone says, "Reduce the moaning of so-and-so, will
