\u0644\u06cc \u0645\u0633\u062c\u062f \u0645\u0627 \u0628\u0627\u0642\u06cc \u0645\u0627\u0646\u062f<\/p>\n
Abad Mosque and Vali’s ruined house, all the houses were destroyed but our mosque remained. \u0634\u0650 \u0627\u0648\u0633\u062a<\/p>\n
Our thoughts are all about rewards, whoever has wisdom today is ahead of us. \u0650 \u0645\u062d\u0628\u062a<\/p>\n
We are a community of love, gathered around the pulpit and the holy shrine. \u0627\u06cc\u0646 \u0627\u0639\u062c\u0627\u0632\u0627\u062a \u0647\u0633\u062a\u06cc\u0645<\/p>\n
The world of intellect has been a realm of miracles and we are in pursuit of these miracles. <\/p>\n
We became intoxicated every time we were sober by the miracle of the mortar and pestle.
\nAnd today… the place of waking up is thirsty for sleep, all of us. <\/p>\n
Open your eyes, for now opening eyes is an art to see. \u0650 \u062e\u0648\u062f<\/p>\n
That we are all trapped in an illusion, and all our lives are wasted.
\nWe are burning dear, both in this burning fire and in our passion. \u0628\u0627\u062f<\/p>\n
There is nothing in their profession except for cages and the wooden stick in the end becomes a prey to the wind. <\/p>\n
Our chains and ropes, all of them, rise up so that it may not happen again. <\/p>\n
They believe that we are all left in the whirlpool and bubbles. \u062a\u0648\u0633\u062a<\/p>\n
Although I am a celestial sun and full of radiant light, my heart belongs to you. \u062a\u0627\u0631\u06cc\u06a9<\/p>\n
We are all the same destructive nation of darkness, the dark night of our meteor. <\/p>\n
We are tyrants, like the molten rocks of Mount Damavand, all of us.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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