. And I sit there All ear, head to feet Dear Listening to his footsteps As if a Santa Clause waiting for his deer Painting his majesty Through defenceless eyes' pastels Asking for aid, O' holy hands There, hassles I see a purple heart Hiding blue dropes of hopes as if a mask was to keep my face look like mokes Over the balcony Amongst the trees Saw a friendly shadow Of my ever lasting companion, on knees O' Thy honor sir black hat gray shadow! Real illusion, of whom art thee? Chasing me through the looking glass balcony Never mind, promise, not to miss a symphony... . Farzaneh.Qāf