A flower tied with a green ribbon in the sunlight leaves.
Gazal's tone is new, neither told nor heard.
Who took the wind now, it was verkah the book of the heart,
Wherever the tears were erased, somewhere, the tears were written.
Cutting several miles of sand, some lilies were blossomed,
Some tree is dying of thirst, standing near the river.
I made a lot of punishment for the punishment,
Mira's heart, like the bride's hand, is composed of the henna
The same city is the same path, the same house and the same lan,
But ask this valley, what happened to the tar pomegranate.
The same place which was the place of the moon of two hot spots,
There will be a stroke on the face of a forgery, but it will be suppressed.
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