Silver dandelions, well -known but quiet mirrors, storytelling mirrors, unassuming, non -dialogue Do not listen to me with my heart, to the end of this Masnavi
Your silence is your voice, tell me about the memory From the West Song, from the tone of the tears of wish
travel if, the moonlight and come Come on every word, with your hands Look
I read from your eyes, even if you dont hear come with me with my heart, so the end of this Masnavi
