Why Crying? - Poem by Nouzad Jaadan
Why crying my friend why?
Flowers will grow soon
If it does not degrade the clouds backpacker
Though did not come the morning after nights
crescent erase blackness of darkness
why crying my comrade why?
sheep bleat will ERASED quiet scary
herb aromas baled Wendy smells
Say: life beautiful girl
Lit up the sky memories
Why crying my fellow why?
Horse whinny preferably dust
Regards the life..accept a strong people
Refuse a sunset..never accept weak people
We spent as guests leave
Some of us is lighthouse
And some of us is curtain
those remain, who was beauty kohl on moon 's flicker
Oil lamp will clear the dark road if you know
why crying my brother why ?
Lover would meet mistress
And grow love as ringing bill
And water will kill the fire, if continued,
Dust covers the ashes of the fire
Sheep lean and exclude life
it Is only food for the wolves
Sky-covered with scarf Crow
it missed Luminance
flutter to dove 's peace
Years are upcoming
If you are satisfied or not satisfied
Why crying my tapster why?
This life is a song
Let 's sing it without anomaly
Dates sadness will swim with river tears
Seeds grow to become roots
Core will be a trees..trees will give shadow
Hey my friend! . the roses will bloom
In a new year
A lulu shine will come with gentle morn
If you know
Why crying my grandson cry?
I am going on haze behind mountain
Remember my song, . Remember my song
When you see lighting in clouds
Completed my song with gladly talk
You will see me as Crescent watch
on the branch between buds
close your eyelid you will see me as flashing eyes
If you'd like to meet me
Why crying my son why?
In the summer the land wears a gold dress
The HARVEST WILL BE bracelet valley
the days will go on if you cry or if you laugh
do you know?
Goodbye my son.. adieu..
Because the death didn't has grave..didn't has funeral
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