Me in Mirror

Although the mirror shows me extinguished

It's too much to show me alive

All this splendor of the world and paradise,

What does he show me with his own eyes?

So much so that whatever I ask,

Show me the way to your street

He is gentle, but he also loves.

So it makes me angry

Sometimes I write ghazals

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Sometimes he shows me his face

How can i forget you

You, you are the complete sorrow of my caste

Scattered, included in your remnants

The tears of a Hajj, the sorrow of an evening

‏What a beauty of action, what a subtle accent

There was desire, there was longing, there was order, there was demand