Oh minimum
In the lower division, like a drowned bran fighter, he washes himself from dirt
As a killer who complies with forced killing, he is smiling behind bars
O world, like a breeze of a drunken fire that awakens at an untimely time
You fly in the cold
In the desert heat, a flimsy cemetery that does not move leaves and does not include branches
And if you grow up to be arrogant, you will be devoured by the volcanic fever
O world, like a breeze of smoke covering the air dividing the space into ominous black pieces, you are not Tabriz appeared to the eye after invisibility, displacing them, nor were you ever wounded and afflicted in a loved one
Nor am I the one who weeps for you, and I feel sad for you.. and the solution is dysfunctional
He is foolish, he falls, he pours out giving in disobedience that is not restricted, he does not understand, and he is always delusional that you are the best.
And the medicine is in guidance, obedience as much as possible, contentment, contentment, and amputation of complaint, and all of it is the secret of piety, so trust in the right of whom
Except you, your world will be a blessing of righteousness, so there is no heat, no harm, and no evil from
here or there