I dont want to meet anyone anymore, I dont want to see anyone who thinks about when Abadan was a plaything. He came and put a brick on it, but I saw him in disarray, I looked for him and said, " After this night and this destruction." I said, "The promise that you made with your lips?" He said, "It was a mirage." I said, "That body of the high wall?" He said, "It was a sign of its destruction." I said, "The point where the smoke is aroused?" He said, "He is a burnt man, the bones of the roof, and in him you have found the pleasure of death." I said to him, "Dont laugh," and after this sunny day, he said to me , "Wear your face in shame."Kangfs sad hand is all over the floor from behind the door. He laughed and said, "But Holi is on his way ." It shines if the horizon of the Yemeni half burns to the bottom of smoke. The man at that door, whose hope was widened , was on his way to the desert of his destruction. The road is empty, the guava is as it withers from the long suffering of the dead, every call in this desolation, the same as the desert, the song of the song , and after the fall of every daffodil, every daffodil wears a face in the map of thorns. There is no one to meet with anyone.
