ملخص الجهاز:
Temple of Beauty Mahmoud Shahrokhi (Jazbeh) The feast has returned and spring has arrived A new wind has risen in the desert A gust of cold settled from the air And from the earth, the blue narcissus arose Again, in the heart of the particles of existence The mysterious longing for blooming has surged Again, the delightful clamor of life\Has raised its cry and roar in every direction A dove has raised its melody from the garden A nightingale sang a ghazal and a song from the garden The cloud moaned and rained upon the field A drop sprouted and turned into a stream The river, like a camel, rises up intoxicated And marches through the valley with roaring waves Warm, moving, and full of passion and fervor It went until it turned its face toward the sea Say, the dew in the cup of the poppy Has become a pool of light from the sun's radiance The reflection of the sun in the mirror of the garden Is like a ray from a crystal prism This garden, this paradise of soul, this temple of love Is the manifestation of our Ahuric spirit All these beautiful and exquisite sights Are worthy of our watching eyes Like the warm blood of spring's affection It runs through the veins of my thought A trace of hope from the depths of life Is drawn into my veins and roots Memories take on color anew In the atmosphere of my lonely heart I remember the sorrow of your abandonment The story of my estrangement and loneliness Lamentations were transformed into roars Rising from the turbulent earth of resurrection Oh, you who traveled through the night Do you remember the suffering of those lands?
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