Shirin
How was she?
Was she fit or chubby?
Was her hair soft, fuzzy?
And her face, long or round?
How old was, older, young?
Why should I care at all?
She was his, was Farhad’s.
Farhad carved the stones
He made a masterpiece
For ages, lived, exists.
Lovers come, pass and talk
Kermanshah, of Iran…
Love for her, extreme
For other she left, him
She chose a richer man
Of Royal Family…
Named: Khosrow.
Nizami Ganjavi wrote poem
Recorded piece by piece…
Though love is dangerous
I love it, what is this?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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