I am so disturbed by your hair, I am so drunk with your smell that I am not aware of everything that is in the two worlds, I can no longer see anyone, Khalil, I have broken all the idols of Azari, obey your command, if you want my heart to burn the captive judgment of your body, you will be tired ... Blessed is the pain that has no cure, the secret of love does not have a system, the heart without love has a heart for whoever there is, but it does not have a soul, the lover who does not have a hadith about disbelief and faith with his hair and face.
