Again, the smell of my belief is gray,
the pages of my office are gray, before
that, I was in a different mood,
whatever they said, I believed that the
old people had eaten the poison of the Hall, the
lovers had eaten the seal of falsehood, still the
discussion between Aqeel and Murtaza, where is the iron
of the Mullah, not
only a word of iron, the candle of the
treasury has been lit,
not only a word of iron, the
candle of the treasury has remained lit, the candle of the treasury has remained lit, the hands
have been opened in the cold
nights.O itinerant children,
good tidings, O street of dreams
, the remains of the plates
in the rows standing in the
prayers of Ibn Muljam are many, you have gone
back to your locker, O you have
eaten bread at the rate of the day, O you who have hesitated
, one day your sustenance
will be stuck in the throats of the people who eat the goods,
I said to the door, but let them hear the
points from the wall to the wall,
I said to myself, you are not in love
, if you are not
drowning in the head of the anemone. It is not your job to be in the sea
, it is not your job to become a Shiite, it is not your job to become a master,
not only a word of iron remains, the candle
of the
treasury has remained lit, open your
hands in the cold nights, O
itinerant children, good
tidings, O streets
, dreams are reached, the remains of plates
are in the rows, there are many people standing in the
prayers of Ibn Muljam,
you have gone back to your shell. O deprived of
bread, you have eaten at the rate of the day, O deprived one, your
sustenance will be
stuck in the throats of the people who eat it,
I said to the door, but let them hear
the points of the wall.
