Author of quotes: Abounader Manuchehri

Your Golden soul is shaking over your head{*},
Soul nourished, we flesh you flesh absorb the soul,
And every moment on the reduced part of your flesh,
As if the body all the time the soul merges with him.
If you're not a star, why only at night are you?
If you don't like, why shed a tear for a tear?
Even though you are gold star, wax your skies,
Though struggling in the snares of love, the candlestick - is your beloved.
Your robe is in you, but everyone wears it.
The veils hide the body, but you remain naked.
When you die, grieving, you quickens the fire
And head cut you, so you have not subsided the patient.
You're an idol, you idol, the priest, the lovers - he and she.
Laugh and the tears you shed. Oh, what's your secret, come on!
Eyeless tears you pour, laugh, devoid of mouth,
Not always in the spring you bloom and wither not only in the winter.
With me, you similar all in all I like you.
Enemies I imagine, the fun we love with you.
We both burn ourselves, so happy were friends
Ourselves we bring sadness, but to them we bring the rest.
We are both in tears and yellow, we are both alone and burn
We both burned to the ground, exhausted by the disaster.
Hidden in my heart shines on your head
And glitter on your head burns in my heart star.
And my tears, like leaves that fall threw Jasmine
As gold, your tears streaming to the Golden circle.
You know all the secrets of my girlfriend sleepless nights
And sorrows common to us, I am your Comforter, you're mine.
Your face - how shambolic{*}, which flourished in the early dawn,
My face - how shambolic, withered evening sometimes.
Customary to sleep at night, but I loved
That night I spend without sleep and in a dream to dive with dawn.
Because you are separated, in the sun I angry day
The temptations of giving up at night - you're also to blame.

The inhabitant of the tent, it's time to viucit tent
After all, the head of the caravan had rolled up his rug,
The drum thundered, and the camels stand up,
And drovers extinguish unwanted fire.
Close the time of prayer, and the sun with the moon
At the same height notices my look.
But the moon rises, the sun bends down,
Behind a ridge of Babylon hiding the mountains.
And differ the scales of gold,
Allowed light and darkness dispute.
I didn't on my silver spruce,
So soon darkened the celestial expanse.
The sun path will not interrupt in the blue top.
But suddenly we have to interrupt the conversation.
About beauty moving time-cunning,
All desires contrary to love,
And now born of separation, longing
Matured in the womb of fate since the dawn of time.
Saw my favorite mountain,
And eyelashes wearing pearl headdress,
And approached me, dropping to the ground, -
Like a wounded bird I hand stretched out.
Wrapped her arms around my neck,
And cheeks with her tender tears I wiped.
I said, "O evil oppressor, I swear
You, as a foe in the brutal decisions soon!
I believe that the caravans will come back,
But if you're coming back, heart stole a thief?
You all deserve my admiration,
But in love you deserve only the bitter reproach!"