Completely optional financial support link from Deep Stories: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCygb... Link to Rudaki's biography: Father of Persian poetry and literature • Biography of Rudaki: Father of Persian poetry and literature Rabia Balkhi - the mother of Persian poetry and literature • Rabia Balkhi: the first woman Persian poet and a... You were a strict amir who was at the head of Balkh's limit. And thankfully you were difficult in the name of the Kaaba, you were the religion of the Ka'b. You were the grace and fur of the sun and the moon, the name of the people of art, and the bread of the people of art, and the wolf around me. You were a silent stone, you were an old hard worker, you erased the world from your memory, at a time when you were angry, you were depressed, because you became a bruised finger, you remained high in the well, what can I say about the way it disappeared from that place, the mountain fell on the ground where the earth stood. Because of his anger, the fire has gone with a narrow heart, but his eyes are full of moisture in the heart of the stone. Under the veil of his nature, musk has blown in the world. The world has reached its end. There was a good-hearted Amir, a boy who was in good health in Samar. He had a face like the sun. He had a face like the sun. The girl was jumping as well, because she was sweet and her dear name was that wire on the saddle of the Arabs, her heart was chaotic and affectionate, her beauty was amazing, she had a good property in the world, she was good, she had wisdom in his love, you were crazy, good, you were a legend in the world, who is the name of anyone? You have taken him, you have been taken away, every particle of Yusuf is like a new moon, when you see him, you hit him like a musk knee, every time, if you hit his forehead, you will leave the paradise of Eden without his head. Daffodil, Badam Cho, two spells, two bells, a child in a trap with two bells, each one with a bow, throwing a bater wherever Johnny Chu shot his sweet arrow, made the hearts of lovers happy, the sugar of his saliva had a different taste than any medicine. In sugar, his mouth was filled with more pearls, each of which was more precious than the other. You made his thirty teeth coral, you became his sacrifice wherever you were, his lip was a jewel, his wine was of clear Kothari, it was like a star, you didn't see its wire ball, because it was a headless ball. Don't know who you ran, it's impossible to describe her beauty as an adjective, because it's impossible for me to describe it as an adjective. You were not the kind of people you heard from people. You brought everything you heard from people in order. The father was in it, his heart was constantly in his work, he was very caring, he was taking care of him, when the time of death came, let the father sit in front of him, let the boy run, leave the daughter to be accepted by me, and take care of the poison of the face that needs to be made, make his life fresh and renew his life. I didn't give it to famous people, many neck-bearers and princes. I didn't give it to you. You are capable of finding someone worthy. You know the witness. I said this. God, don't take away our lives. Because he said any kind of words to the boy, the boy accepted whatever the father said, in the end, it's a sweet life. Zu separated, I don't know why he came, why he came so low and rough, he came to the sky, he has no right to bow in the soil of a human being. When the father became divine, the son sat in the royal court, after giving birth to the world, the world was filled with joy. And with a good name, what a life he had, dear sister, listen to what he played with her. He was a slave. Haris was the only one who was the keeper of the treasure of that month. You were his servant. It was amazing, you were like a beauty, all the world sought after him, if you saw his face, you appeared, you moved his face on the wall, you sat on the wall. It was like a bow, Kavel came in a string, a fat booty, his eyes were as if he was in the middle with almonds, his eyelashes were lined, broken by the wound of two rows of arrows, his mouth was like a slip of paper in thirty hidden doors, if it was a slip, there was nothing but the slip of his mouth. Balmas his language __________________________________________________________________________________________ If you know the designer of any of the designs used in this video or you are a designer yourself, email us so that we can announce your name as the designer. If you own any of the arts that we used in this video, or you know the artist of any of them, please contact us via email to give you the credit. [email protected]