We talk of taxes, and I call you friend;
Well, such you are,—but well enough we know
How thick about us root, how rankly grow
Those subtle weeds no man has need to tend,
That flourish through neglect, and soon must send
Perfume too sweet upon us and overthrow
Our steady senses; how such matters go
We are aware, and how such matters end.
Yet shall be told no meagre passion here;
With lovers such as we forevermore
Isolde drinks the draught, and Guinevere
Receives the Table’s ruin through her door,
Francesca, with the loud surf at her ear,
Lets fall the colored book upon the floor.

If I should learn, in some quite casual way,
  That you were gone, not to return again—
Read from the back-page of a paper, say,
  Held by a neighbor in a subway train,
How at the corner of this avenue
  And such a street (so are the papers filled)
A hurrying man—who happened to be you—
  At noon to-day had happened to be killed,
I should not cry aloud—I could not cry
  Aloud, or wring my hands in such a place—
I should but watch the station lights rush by
  With a more careful interest on my face,
Or raise my eyes and read with greater care
Where to store furs and how to treat the hair.

a girl with golden earrings
black hair
her sister is not laughing
I'll take my mum with me
where the Jasmines go
the girl with golden earrings
in a blue skirt
will die in the middle of her balloons
with no memory of her stories
'' don't play with the water tap
look at you
a wet mouse you are
oh cute naughty babe
how playful you are
how playful you
it's good to learn
look I'm drawing a flower
where's my yellow pen ?
i want to draw a nightingale ''

دختری که گوشواره هایش طلایی بود
رنگ موهایش سیاه
خواهرش نمی خندد
من مادرم را با خود خواهم برد
به جایی که یاسمن ها می میرند
دامنش آبیست
دختری که گوشواره هایش طلایی بود
میان بادبادک هایش خواهد مرد
قصه هایش یادش نبود
با شیر آب بازی نکن ))
نگا تو مثله موش شدی
نازی شیطون بلا
چقد تو بازیگوش شدی
چقد تو بازیگوش شدی
خوبه از من یاد بگیری
ببین دارم گل می کشم
مداد زرد من کجاست
می خوام یه بلبل بکشم
(( می خوام یه بلبل بکشم

Heart is like a  vase
That into it
You can  grow
A thousand flowers
Of beauty

Follow the way
Of  yoga
When you see
Your fortune
Isn't awake
Everyday

Why The wetness in my eyes
could not be drawn ?!!

چرا خیسی چشمانم نقاشی نمی شدند !؟

What a blessing
To conceal a heart
From the eyes