\u0627\u0632 \u062e\u062f\u0627\u0648\u0646\u062f \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u06af\u0648\u06cc\u062f<\/p>\n
One of the reasons for this poem is something that speaks of God. \u06a9\u0627\u0631 \u0631\u0627 \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u06a9\u0631\u062f\u0645\u060c \u0645\u0645\u06a9\u0646 \u0627\u0633\u062a \u0645\u0634\u06a9\u0644\u0627\u062a\u06cc \u067e\u06cc\u0634 \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u0622\u0645\u062f<\/p>\n
I see on the corner of the street that they did not give me the right to do this, if I did this, there might have been some problems. <\/p>\n
The people who come and go on these streets are not knives. \u0648\u0642\u062a\u06cc \u06a9\u0647 \u0645\u0646 \u062a\u0646\u0647\u0627 \u0647\u0633\u062a\u0645<\/p>\n
So why do I keep coming back to the house in pieces? Especially when I am alone. \u0627\u0633\u062a<\/p>\n
This doctor is like a sword that sheds light in my throat. \u0633\u062a\u0634 \u062f\u0627\u0634\u062a<\/p>\n
Why should I love someone who doesn’t even see what I have eaten? <\/p>\n
Can I see the two edges of the door? Which hand should I take? \u0647 \u062f\u0627\u0631\u0646\u062f<\/p>\n
In my imagination, I am afraid of the earrings that have two blades. <\/p>\n
They have carved a hanging face. I was a soldier of this flag, which was my homeland. <\/p>\n
So what is this blood that is flowing from the wind? Living. \u0646\u062f\u06af\u0627\u0646<\/p>\n
Among the two crooked branches, there is a civil proposal for refugees. <\/p>\n
“Carrying from blade to blade, born of the season of egg-laying, your blade” \u067e\u0627\u0634\u0646\u0647\u200c\u0647\u0627\u06cc\u0634 \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u062f\u0631\u062e\u0634\u0646\u062f<\/p>\n
My constellation is a society where its stars shine on the soles of its feet. <\/p>\n
They have fallen homeland. It rained and every drop of rain was a sword. \u062a\u06cc\u063a \u06af\u0644<\/p>\n
The leaves were falling and each leaf was a blade, and in each blade was a flower. \u0645\u0627 \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u0628\u0648\u062f<\/p>\n
The snowflake was sharp and every brick that was in our houses. <\/p>\n
A person was going to work, the knife was so sharp that they sharpened it so much. <\/p>\n
He who spoke and wrote in the Persian language wrote: <\/p>\n
“Nastaliq sword of the rising water, Nastaliq sword of the sun, Nastaliq three swords of the mountain.” <\/p>\n
Nastaliq brick blade, Nastaliq wall blade, Nastaliq blade striking. <\/p>\n
It is not fair to say that my Persian language is not secure. \u0627\u06cc\u0646 \u062e\u0627\u0646\u0647<\/p>\n
So, what is this blood that is dripping from Nastaliq? Once upon a time in this house. <\/p>\n
One of the southern cities of Iran, one day a chick was spinning a sword. \u062e\u0633\u062a\u06af\u06cc \u0648 \u0646\u0627\u0631\u0627\u062d\u062a\u06cc<\/p>\n
She lived a lifetime in that corner of the street, full of weariness and distress. <\/p>\n
Inside himself, he said to himself: “You didn’t give me the right to…” <\/p>\n
This crossroads has blades on the skin of my heart. <\/p>\n
They have protested.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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