Spring poetry
Get up that goes winter
Open the door
Orange and violets are according to nine
Leave it on the nap
Wayne tell me up once
Do not bother before the porch
Get up that morning Nowrouz morning
It's in the garden
Silent napplean silence
In time, flowers have no chance
The song does not hide
Below love love hidden
The smell of morning dawn
And the sweethearted vocals
It's enough to sell clothes and you're fine
The house is fake and the shop
We are offended by our friend
There is a head of enemies and avenues
A friend who likes to love
Do not miss the shot
Saadi Chu goes to the fruit
Goodbye to Bushegan
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What is the point of life of the retina?
What should you do to make a big deal?
Well, help, and Karimi, the day is right
What should be done for the hearts of the helpers
The two watches will be lit up to watch you
What is evil about blindness?
Take a look at the spring and the night clothes
What would be the whole world of Flowers, Beech and Basil?
The water of the animal that lies and dark in it
Fill the city, the mountains and the desert
Wear and find a new one
What do these slaves and weaknesses mean for you?
Take your ride on the street
What should be the corner of each chest square
Our hearts are distressed
Smooth if it gets dark, what's wrong
We're not into the balance with us
It's up to us on the moon
Because Zizir and donkey dumped him to death
What a ghostly soul you can do?
For my sake, my soul is a monastery
Do not be careful about what Lebanon is doing
Hin bend and think of it
What was wrong with the collector?
Poetry from Rumi