The river flows like a tributary of life
The green signal of the heart-
The radiant youth of the month Ashar is mixed
Unique pictures remain in the retina of the eye
The immense majesty of the two sides depicted.
In the province of distant stars-
Her sprouted youth-
It blooms in the hanging garden
Her restless mind-
In the flying wings of butterfly.
Anklet's song on its feet
Disappears on the horizon-
Impeccable beauty of the sky
In the signal of romantic reunion.
Still in the-
Human hostile needs
Detrimental terrible eyes
The terrible touch of evil desires
The life of waves is lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
blowing and flowing all around the loving river and loving wind but still, the love is not ready to come for the hidden hostility