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The shower came from the mosque to the tavern. What is our old man, the companions of the path? After this plan, we, the disciples, turn towards the Qiblah, because we are Aryan, because we are drunk, our old man, let us settle together in the ruins of our path. This is how it has gone in the eternal era of our destiny. If reason knows that the heart is in its shackles, because it is happy, the wise go crazy. Following our chains, it has discovered a sign of grace upon us. Time is nothing but grace and goodness in our interpretation with your heavy heart. Will anything flare up? A fiery sigh and a burning chest. Our night-watching arrow, our sigh, pass by. The silent Hafez, have mercy on your soul, avoid our arrow. == / bamdad_honar ==