The smell of your hair under the rain , the smell of damp wheat, the smell of wet greenery , the smell of wet soil
, the roads of kindness, the blue veins of your hands, the sadness of your hands, the rain of the sunset, the sound of your heart, the city of jasmine flowers, your good market , your tears, the rain on the marble, a good wall , O polluted flower, my flower, O polluted body, the pure heart of your heart, this is your heart, this heart of your body, the cheapness of your soil, your body, the cheapness of your soil, the smell of your hair under the rain , the smell of wheat meadow. The smell of the wet salt marsh The wet smell of the soil The
memory of the rain and your body The memory of the rain and the tone of the soil The smell of the mud in the salt marsh The wet smell of the soil has always been the sound of the rain The sound of your feet has always been the sound of your feet, my loneliness has been your stories when it rains it
reminds me of you The wet petals on the soil of the salt marsh The mud of my flower O Tana Lodeh the pure heart of your heart The qibla of this heart Your body is cheap, your body is cheap, your body is cheap, your body is cheap
