This spring, this spring, this year, instead of
barley and wheat, this
years spring is
not a house without food, there is no food on the table,
except for those who are emirs, there is no satisfaction
, poetry and songs, the death of poets, the
night they had a wedding, the celebration of flowering
, this spring,
ten to ten of their children, their hands and feet are cut off half
of the night, their eyes
are not an alley, you see, they dont have the heat of youth, they dont have
so many lovers. And there are no names or signs there
, this spring is
not aware of all those beauties, dont say home, dont say home, there is no homeland anymore, there is no home, there is no more home, there is a
gallows in its alleys, there is murder itself, there is a murder there
, this spring
, equality, brotherhood, a lie, in the queue of my death, go to the crowd of the
pulpit and the mosque, like the qibla, sometimes the value of life, the price of straw,
no one thinks about anyone, it is strange that
people are strangers in my water and soil, this
spring of this year
, the Mongol people have come again, the brains of the poor
people are frozen again.The plague is plague-stricken, they are building walls with peoples corpses
, we have no way back, no way forward, we are going to be killed there, this spring, this
spring, this years work, this
spring
, this spring, I
took my eyes and closed
my eyes, I hid my forehead on my paw to create the
pain of my brokenness,
hidden, but you who see, but you who know that I am the only one who is lonely,
O helper. Helpless, this is my hand, this is mine, and this is my hand, and this is my hand, what are you going to do with this
last game, what do you break yourself, it is easy, everything you make
was a body of us, you, the leader of the misguided, we will kill you with you, or I will kill you easily
, it does not have a polished morning, nor does it have a clear chest, there is no grief in the evening, there is no hope for tomorrow, what is the hope of tomorrow, tonight
is sadness and tomorrow, my sorrow without love and without knowledge, I am more lonely than
the only helper, my helpless helper, and Now you have cried out to my heart and stop me
from the page of this universe and cleanse me so that I may merge with you so that I may merge with you and crush me, O
God, I blaspheme, I am distressed, I am distressed
, what do you want from my soul, I do not know what you want from my soul, I know that you have lived
me without myself being
a prisoner of life, you are responsible for God, this is my beginning and my end,
I am that plaything, I am the toy
that I dance to every instrument of yours. Youre laughing.............. With these weeping eyes,
not in the Ninth Mosque, not in the monastery, not in the Kaaba, I am
the willow that trembles, I am the one who trembles at the death of my faith, O
God, whatever you are, my friend,
that I am the ship that I have broken, I am in the midst of the storm
, You are the Omnipotent, the dry, and the wet together, that I am crying
out to a generation of Assi and a troubled people,
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