A poem about fire

The chest burned in the sad heart of the heart

There was a fire in this tired house

Tears out the mediocre of a sweetheart

My soul was burnt out of the fire

Breath of heart between the fire of the throne of the candle

I showered on my head for every butterfly

Not familiar is my acquaintance with my compassion

Because I took it from myself, the alien's heart burned

The wreckage will take me down

The house of wisdom burns me up at the pub

Because I do not break my heart from repentance

It's like a lily of the sea and a gourmet barn

Lay down the story and let me see the people

Crumbled the cranberry and cooked it with sugar

Leave the fairy tale say Hafez and you'll love

We did not spit the night and the candle burned to the legend

I'll be rocked again