The Taqi I have drunk and sonnets Dell to you, Khosrow Blessed Kele, hold the eyes of the heart, and Johns John
Fill another wine cup, I love me Tonight, instead of a loose customer , you are happy to read it. My ear Bada in my cup, sweet poet In your way, I am a sacrifice with my faithful In your way, my sacrifice with my loyalty
My publisher and my sonnets My heart closed to you, Khosrow Blessed Night Hand The difference is that because I let me let me get drunk Tonight I am drunk on my head. People say why they are under the lips. My sacrifice with my loyalty on your way to my sacrifice.
