A poem about the butterfly
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
A shower on my head was burning my 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
Poetry from Hafez
thanks to : شعر در مورد پروانه
thanks to : شعر در مورد پروانه