Author of quotes: Nizami Ganjavi

Long ago, white with black merges tired looking -
Even the sun and moon before him like a candle, burning.
The life I lived - well I did? Some sins behind.
Then I bent down, fearing the retribution of men.
Since my heart is in trouble, since tremors in the hands I -
Feast on the fun of the century as the drink a bowl of fire?
The death of a guest in my house was. As a guest you will not abandon me,
Since all the sweeter treats her pathetic my life is?
Good meal life for the sky soul is bitter:
After all, the poison touched by the sweetness of sherbet and milk.
Life came to bid me farewell on rozstani this day.
My mill is bent, in the arms she squeezes me.
So all I am weakness full that it is difficult fear to overcome:
Here are scattered the ashes of my flesh obsolete.
In the way of his stumbling, like a finger leading account.
The wonder of you consider remember which live year.
The air I svetikovoy! Rivers with clean water!
ISA{*} I do not expect breath Hyzr{*} moisture alive.
Like a cloud of tears I sharpen the eye of anguish:
From them like lightning, disappeared vision of days gone by.
The wealth of the generous youth I dropped on the way:
Now, struggling in vain, I'm struggling to find it.
Like my life is a shadow, and she needs a wall
So again, support of abretti, from the ashes she arose.
Usmanu me as a child, the color and smell and sound -
The soul is evil the sky to snatch the youth from the hands.
From the Kingdom of light joy sounds fun to call
Well I put off Sidoti, my ears with cotton scoring.
Dragging along behind a daily bread, I am full of such sorrow,
What the wise say saw: bears-grain ant.
To my life to devalue, with a stone of adversity
Beat me ruthlessly evil chaser - the sky.
My dignity disappeared from the eyes of the picky evil:
Now any vices - virtues holier than mine.
High light of the knowledge of the dreams of my lit -
Then mill my bent, like a smoky circle of the moon.
In knots and loops without an account confused my life,
And that untangle will be able, hitherto, I do not know.
So perished the trunk of my palm tree that the branch stretched out over a century.
Bending over, the sky stabs me in the leg sharp ax.
And way I know, and I am content empty
They went without a return from the heart, the eyes and mouth.
So I sinned, that sufferers, boiling in a wicked hell,
Sins I will be terrible when the flames come.
In the garden of the rebellious spirit I stand bent sprout:
I first dried a century - in hell I will break out then.
One word error, that's all of things by hand
Destiny is inscribed in advance in everyday life list of mine.
Let the tears of repentance the word I will erase forever -
What needs! Can argue with the fate of their people?
In fruitless litigation with destiny - destiny is all-powerful, and I
Just lower that soul to invent my.
And if you throw a spark a fire my pained -
Boil the sea of the sky from the heat spark one!