In the eternal door of a hundred years of gypsy, I am the dust of all the roads , my old clothes are a thousand walks, I have suffered a thousand wounds so that you can revive me, I have died a thousand times, the night passed over
my head, in the night I flew a flame, you came like lightning to purify my body, Qalandar, I am lost, I am lost in the door, I am lower than the dust of the earth, I am
beyond the sky,
I burned Qalandar, I sewed my lips from complaining , I bought nudity, and I bought my body. I sold it , you became air, you breathed, you became an axe, you became a root, I became thirsty, you became a stone, you became a glass, I became a
soldier
Call me to yourself, take me to the garden of mirrors, I am
