Life is nothing more than a burden on our shoulders, eternal life is nothing more than eternal torment, the tulip of the goat has become an anthology, and the flower of the tail of the thorn of the saddle of Golestan is nothing more than the benefit of the nightingale, I am a prisoner in the palm of love and self-devotion, otherwise he is heavy in the heart of unkindness, every wheezing and thorn in this desert had a spring, but the head of our lifetime is nothing but a treasure, O flower of the blood of the free, what do you have? The weak and the broken feather are nothing
