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Broken Home/ A Poem by Mustafa Sepahnia

لی مسجد ما باقی ماند

Abad Mosque and Vali’s ruined house, all the houses were destroyed but our mosque remained. شِ اوست

Our thoughts are all about rewards, whoever has wisdom today is ahead of us. ِ محبت

We are a community of love, gathered around the pulpit and the holy shrine. این اعجازات هستیم

The world of intellect has been a realm of miracles and we are in pursuit of these miracles.

We became intoxicated every time we were sober by the miracle of the mortar and pestle.
And today… the place of waking up is thirsty for sleep, all of us.

Open your eyes, for now opening eyes is an art to see. ِ خود

That we are all trapped in an illusion, and all our lives are wasted.
We are burning dear, both in this burning fire and in our passion. باد

There is nothing in their profession except for cages and the wooden stick in the end becomes a prey to the wind.

Our chains and ropes, all of them, rise up so that it may not happen again.

They believe that we are all left in the whirlpool and bubbles. توست

Although I am a celestial sun and full of radiant light, my heart belongs to you. تاریک

We are all the same destructive nation of darkness, the dark night of our meteor.

We are tyrants, like the molten rocks of Mount Damavand, all of us.

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