Next to a beautiful and smelling flower, a beautiful peacock drunk with its feather of a hundred colors, an umbrella deceived by
its pride, no matter what I say, one of the hundreds, I did not say a word about the description of that enchanter, Rana
was wearing a colorful crown, a flower was full of flowers , among the greenery everywhere, he passed unaware of himself,
whenever he looked at himself , his arrogance increased completely from that beautiful umbrella, unaware of the work of the world .I, who myself am fascinated by every role and beauty, whenever I am bound by a dream and a happy dream, I was warmly watched, his
passion increased his pride, his ugly feet became apparent, whoever is in this world, he is a prisoner of ugliness and beauty, like a bud, the jump was broken, so that you can see that the ugliness of the feet of anyone in this world is an ugly and beautiful captive,
I am the drunken peacock, I did not tie my umbrella, a world of taste and art. I am, but I have a chest
without resentment, my soul is like a mirror, I have a treasure of poetry and passion, and I have so much cash, the effect of that maniacal bird has said, "I am the foot of that beautiful peacock, this heartless heart of mine, next
to a beautiful flower and the smell of a beautiful peacock with its feather of a hundred colors, an umbrella
of its pride, no matter what I say, I did not say one of the hundreds, I did not say a word about the enchantment of Rana."
