Sitting on the peak of mountain, whose face
Frequently I see; walking with my beloved
On the streets of Rome, whose words I remember;
Like a pet pigeon, to whom my heart and body
...
Birds have no country,
Fishes, no;
Rivers do not count Army or border.
...
It seems someone has cast a dark net
And the town has become a trout caught in that net;
It seems no morning has ever approached here, -
The town has sub-merged in an over-flowing darkness.
...
At midnight I go to bed:
Seep doesn't come.
In the air I hear the cry
Of the oppressed.
...
The foolish bird
Gets tired
Trying to go out of the blue sky;
It may go and go and will die
...
Let us move to that land
Where only flowers are cultivated,
Where gardens throughout the year
Remain full of flowers;
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Abiding by the rules of health strictly,
He died at the age of 52.
His brother Kesmat Ali smoking punctually
...
Let others say whatever they wish;
Why didn't you say 'Love is not a sin'?
Why didn't you say standing for a while in the court of love.
'He who loves becomes a killer, a fire, a storm, a tidal surge;
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If I forget you, Love,
No dove
Will sing in the forests;
All the sparrows, leaving their nests,
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Do you tell me to set my roots into air?
Tell me, where had the procession of trees ever
Raised the slogan of storm and seized the blue sky
With their palms, being isolated from the soil?
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