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Erosion the rocks and goes
In his path
Restless in his being
And travels endless the plain
The river goes
Although miller is sleeping
And every morning in regret for the water is gone and wheat that remains
Roaring and noisy
When it is not deep
Calm
When it deep with thinking
Surface floating in rivers
Small ideas, such as little fish
And in deep waters
Big Fish
Every time it goes takes more from mud and contaminated soil
And how beautiful clear water source
At birth
In the silence of nature
In the chest of mountain
And when the breath of morning played the fog at their peak
Flow in its heart
Wisdom springs in deep of mountains
Sewing eyes to the distant horizon
That heaven is kissing the earth
In absolute silence long
At dawn
The rising sun
When spread its rays from the east tower
Sewing his eyes on the ground to see the flower of desert
Stared at each other
Two eyes
Sun eyes and mountain eyes
In fondness rare and coherence
Was the secret of opening springs of wisdom from mountains chest
See the sun eyes
At dawn sunrise
Is going
With the chariot on which the piles of human memories
Toward eternity with various passengers
Quiet and deep thinking
Some travelers rained on them fire rocks
Curse of nations
Caress some travelers
The salutation of posterity with breeze
Wise has smile of satisfaction on this trip
In the hands of some was the olive leaf
Those who love their nation
Some of them closed their eyes
Consent and kindness
Scientists and inventors
And finally the oppressors of history
With chain of anger and cursed of nations
Running behind chariot
Cursed and cursed
The Curse of mothers who mourn for their children in wars
Curse of orphan children who were suffering
They were not in chariot
Following behind this and went toward eternity
with shame
World is in motion
In endless road
When a star is born
Shines and warms the butterfly around a candle
The planet's with own heat
Goes to infinity space
In the blackout of time
In their process
World in motion
Infinite road
When the seeds of apple tree germinated with the sun caress
Learns walking hand in hand with the spring breeze
Falls its blossom on the bride
And throws his fruit in the lap of passer
Particles are in motion
Endless road
For the coming
For the being
For becoming
And for the going to the depths of the universe
I love writing
When the pen on the paper runs
Like shovel that drag the land and groove for creek
My purpose is ink
That with its flowing on paper say about the role of being
The words like army Infantry
In the arrangement of syllables
Portrays my narrative
Or say about history
I love writing
Why not tired the commander of the infantry of the white desert
To midnight
In the deep of history
Let's run to infinity
Came when there is no time
With stars and planet
A star for me
A star for you
For he also....
To find each other in regular rotation
Moon became mirror for nice faces
For stars celebration
All came
Constellations
Auriga with the Dragon that Pegasus drags it
And Hunter came running rabbit in hand
Big Bear was angry for scorpion bites
Wolf who was wounded for bull horn
And Sculpture that carve the Statue of lion
Virgo with Sagittarius hunting Peacock
Fish and snakes, crows, came also
Silent night for us
But the chirping of heaven
Wake up in the morning
Unaware of what happened that night in the sky
In dancing of starry night
In crying of deep drunk
When crock wine was looming on
And the moon danced intoxicated on wine colorful waves
Became butler for followers of Bacchus
Monks dressed in white
And yet the world had not heard
Christ crying in the cradle
Songs of drunkenness was flying in the sky
The  wine Orphic
When the deep selfless, rained heavenly voices
And was tied mysticism with wine
Woke up at morning with hooded eyes
Oriental Sun
And drowned Hafez (Iranian famous mystic poet) in his sea
Greek wine drunkenness
Germinated in warmth eastern mysticism
Shiraz (City mysticism Hafiz) flowers
In their dancing completed to the mystic
The West's wine
Gazelles of this city
I don't know what will come again and from which side
Monks Wine
In circulation hooded sun
This poem said according an idea in my mind: That the root of using of wine word and heaven intoxication in eastern mystic and poems return to the wine school in Greece about 1000 BC

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