Oh the light of every excuse from you , it is clear from you that your beautiful words have reconciled me with me and me the sparrows of your house, it is your habit to see you in the air of seeing you, we are full of you so that you come to sprinkle it
for us like every day , we will die if you are not at home
, your name has always been your name, the beginning and the end of my words, I read your name, it smells like you, my breath is the fragrance of your beautiful words, the fragrance of a desert, your anemone The same shame that comes from that red, the cheeks that love my poetry, the color of your eyes, the color of Pakbi Riya, the best color I have seen , the color of my amber yellow and the sparrows in the house, we are used to seeing you, we are used to seeing you, we are afraid of you, so that you can
come and sprinkle it for us like every day , I and the sparrows will die, if you are not home...
