O you who are among the good ones,
the secret of Mahan Mehtari,
Mahshi and Mehrkhi, the
charm
and charm of the angels in the kingdom of the fairies, in the fairy
from the door of China to the Ray from the Khazaran to Hari, you are a gem, you are a gem, you are a jewel, you are a jewel, you are a
bloodthirsty witness, you are the persuasive of the
night, and the night rises in the sedition of Tabriz, you are the
caravan of the chaos of the city, but the world is also in the drum of the storm of Noah, you are full of joy in
the
caravan of the chaos of the city, but The world is also you
, who is one of the good ones,
the secret of Mahan Mehtari,
Mahushi and Mehrkhi,
the charm and charm
of the Persian, the pious
Sayyid and our leader, the owner of the
razor and the scepter,
the heir of our calibre, our
Turkic grey lineage, the lineage
of the hidden moon in the Qasab,
in the sense of us,
our heavy horn
is greener than the eyes of the lover of
the Nekoyan calligraphy, the number is
redder than his anger,
our bloody sight
is a mirror of his
face, it is a chame, it is a
chame, it is
a letter.He said of our beloved face, he took me to the sea
, he took me to the
sea, he took me to
visit us,
he said, "You burned your soul,
you burned the face, you burned your way, you learned
your way until it was finished, our work is
creamy, and my letter,
not you, you are
also a scholar, you are a witness of the night of our work, you are a witness of the
bloodshed, you are the convincing of the
night, and you rise up at night, you are the sedition of Tabriz, you are the
caravan of chaos." The city, but also the world, is in the
drum of Noahs Flood, in the
caravan of the citys chaos, but the world is also in the
cream: The pen of this poem is about Mr. Salman Farsi. (Mohammad Noorollahi)
