One day, a gardener, a heavenly man planted a sapling in a kind garden, he said that when I went on a journey, one day and once this jasmine bush of mine will remain a souvenir,
every evening the fragrance of jasmine would wrap in the alleys , in Bagha alley, the smell of God would wrap in the alleys , in Bagha alley, the smell of God would wrap in the alleys, those
who did not have it showed the goodness of jasmine. , the reason for their ugliness is that they stepped on the jasmine without feeling, broke the stems of the ungrateful people of the
young jasmine (its leaves), leaned against the wall, wanted to hit the youth, but the spring came, another gardener picked up the night jasmine , hidden from the unmahram in another garden, planted a
thousand years old, the alleys are filled with the fragrance of jasmine, but the place of that flower remains, the alleys are still unknown, a thousand years old, the alleys are filled with the fragrance of jasmine, but its place Remaining flower still unknown
