Come, make your beautiful and kind hand a cane so that I can get up and hang passionately and passionately in the lap of the anemones,
steal the axe of Farhad the lover and recklessly tear down the stone edifice of sorrow, build a
love hut between the garden of tomorrows and Hafez Var on the roof of the sky, another design of love and make another role, come and make my lips repeat the song of love that I am that sad bird of the night,
I want to be at our
table.A morsel of bread was filled with love
in the middle of his blessing, whatever he
wanted from love himself,
I wanted to plant flowers in our garden
, you
gave colors and colors of all the colors of daffodils and hyacinths
, I wanted to light it up in
the plain
, put the moon in your eyes, rain it with stars in the middle of the
square, take it to the market, make it cheaper,
shout for the sake of my love, expand it, you
would be a rose of Qamsar to death. You would give flowers to their lips from branch to branch, leaf by leaf, you would cry, you
would fall in love, you would give rain drizzle, you would give poetry to the poets of the door.
