Hands like fire
Walked around the fates around her wrist like stars
Oh, warm revolution
Irrigated us your driving tears
Like a Pearl planet
They toured around him the moons
Like the sun when smile
The flowers sang to her
Like the sea
On horseback wave the twister cheer
I am niche spring
Scent smells
And being around him the rivers
I am OASIS of deserts
And a convoy of glory, courage and travels
I'm Brown page
Jammed between the measurements of secrets
I am the martyr Ark
Flying over the convoy the glory
And birds chirped to his sang
I am Husain sword
And stormed of the truth
And melody of sword
I'm human
I am the sword and pen and puck
I am Torah and the Gospel and the Quran
I am the blood
I am a meteorite of truth
Shove the Horizons of the
Sky
I cries of children
Shaken by a hammock please
I am whisper of swords
And thirst of honorable man
And tear of Karbala
Tear of Karbala
Tear of Karbala
this is the first part of poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem