I saw that the autumn leaf withered from the rags of time, it was separated from the branches,
because it had turned away from the flower, the autumn wind was hidden in its passage, like it was the peak of calamity,
O oppressed leaf of autumn, at the end of autumn, what should you escape from , one day you were in the arms of a flower, you were in love and intoxicated with a flower, O lover of love, a
lover of disgrace, I said to you, why have I wasted in the flower, there is neither purity nor faithfulness except oppression, I have taken from him the thorn of his sorrow, I put the thorn of his sorrow in his heart.On his way, I gave my life until the flower of Gulshan and the beauty of the grass was gone, that flower joined me from my hand with thorns and thorns, I stayed and a hundred thorns of oppression, the lifeless body, O fresh flower of Gulshan, withered because I saw every leaf of yours fall on the path withered and trembling, I saw the leaf of autumn
withered from the roaring of time, the branch was separated, because it turned away from Gulshan, hidden in its passage, the autumn wind.Because the courier was a calamity
