SongParviz Atabaki
Arrangement of NaserEye of Azar
TaraneAli Kamrani
Rose in Yvonne Spring All
my life I am waiting for me,
I am not the flower of the greenhouse, the flower is the
neighbor of the storm and thorns,
I sit in the sorrow of homesickness, I am old, O love, I
die for your loneliness, O love
, this potion of iron and rose, in the hand of the
gardener, my heart, O love
, lets become the sea, O pure drop
that is lost alone, the heat of the soil
for the old soil, the broken body,
lets be rained with Moist cloud,
lets believe that the garden and the spring,
which was fertilized with the harsh cold,
in this cruel dry cold,
our new branches were broken
, the blood hit the door like a storm, the
green tree of hope and the axe struck 1
No one understood us alone, the
axe struck unaware as always,
lets become the sea, O pure drop
that you are lost alone, the heat of the soil for the
old soil, the broken body,
lets become the rain with the damp
cloud.What pain do I have, O night,
I am free from this unpopularity, I am awake
at night with this nostalgia, with the omen of Hafiz, I wake up
to the wounds of words, O night
of constants, O one who has a harvest,
if you have mercy on the cluster of picking up the insides, may it be darkened
from the unseen,
solitude 2,
lets become the sea, O pure drop
that you only get lost, the heat of the soil for the
old soil, the broken body,
lets become rain with a damp cloud.
Explanation 1 Look
at This verse is from the two verses of Fayez Dashtestani who struck the axe on the palm of my hope
2 is a guarantee of a sonnet by HafezWith this information or the beginning of
the dawn of a path in a land ...
