Does anyone have enough watching at flowers?
Does anybody get old in talking with flowers?
If you have heaps of sorrow and a bit of joying
Keep this one and drop the other away
This world is a passage
No stability with the start and the end
Not a smooth road
You’re allowed to pass it for once
Oh!
For once!
You see, one day created you tenderer than a flower
And preserved you with all it’s heart
The day after, withered you and plucked your leaves
Then, would dissipate your ashes in desert
The world is a passage
You’ll not understand the mystery of it’s essence even if you make effort suffering for too many years
Even you live for too many centuries
Ugly & pretty
Bitter & sweet
Mixed tear & smile
The man is wandered
A moment in sadness
Another moment in joy
Having Hafiz’s poems, either Genghis khan’s sword
My sorrowfull closet, either palace of parwiz
It has sorrow of oldness and youth passion
Ability grace and debility pains
Sweet nectar and mortal poison
Owl and canary
Either has enemey’s revenge, also contains friend purity
Join this,keep away that
Do not come to see night only as silence and darkness
Look moonlight harmony singing with venus
On stone or on silk, sweet dreams
Odor of morn, butterfly, flower,water
Hope of tomorrow
A new day, meeting sun
Although,death is painful but the birth is nice and sweet
To arise, to grow
Every moment is extremely attractive
The mystery of happiness essence is to make happiness out of sorrow
If there was no sorrow, there was no happiness neither
The sorrow is accompanied by this fate
It’s too bad to worry about vain things
Anyhow, the world is mirror-looking
What would you like to see in?
The beauty and ugliness in this mirror causes by us
It’s to you to choise which one
Through this passage
Your task is to join to kindness camp
To depend on beauties
To make jewel out of granite
To enjoy every moment of your life
To battle with darkness
To be better than yesterday
To sweeten tomorrow
I prefer to do good acts, that’s my religion
I praise kindess, that’s my rule
I accept pains patiently
I love the life
I praise and compose the man, the rain and grass
Through this passage
Let me to be lost in love
To pass this way with mate
Oh! The best flowers of world
Oh! The sweetest smile
Oh! The sun and moon, my guides through this passage
I never turn my insatiable eyes from your face
Repeating your name changed my silent desert of mind to a garden full of flowers
I’m prosperous watching you like as youth
Beside you I feel I’m born again, to be eternal
Does anyone have enough watching at flowers?
Does anybody get old in talking with flowers?
