My ancient sacred place

This is no bady

But

Some one is inside me

He efforts to touch your face

A beloved of mine

My live all of yours

A minstrel of mine

Fame to call out a melody

Baby

My heart of thirsty

And

My soul is dejection

A singer

Tunder-like

Thou has to set fire to world’s existence

Hafez's old fire worshipper

Please

Call to me

What difference does it make

Zoroastrian Mussulman Cristian Jew Buddist

Wath…..for

Toy –man didn't understand yet

We're banishment and our spirits effort to ascent at the time union

These're the poems from Maulawi

Where does is your voice

And

One who can play the Tar

With

Sound of the Tambourine

Who sings lyric poems

Whom

To descent from empyrean

Please

Show me that your lovely place

Where does is tunder-like

Which

To set fire to your doubts

And

My fears

I'm going to drink a glass of gnostic's wine

Where is your eyes

Baby

before flight
touch me
and
look
I'm in house of worship with
the holy spirit
here is'nt Joljota
and som one
isn't to carry up in the cross
anthropoid doesn't understand yet
mosqe
church
or
fire temper
wath difference does it make
messiah to carry up in the cross
for the sin of mine
the crime of yours
and
all of the human nature
terrorists
dictators
military government
despotics
and
these 'are man-eater
to sit in their new
idol-tempers
for

to cause to be killed their spirit
because
they're killing some one else
or
to instruct general massacre
did'nt they read in the koran
some one is killing a man
he has killed all of the mankind
Do you know
of the keyan Dynasty Royal
he abandoned government
and
mundane royal
because
persian ancient king's
belived to other woldly
keykosro
wants to grow up with world's spirids
and monarch’d like to fly
antil
empyrean
we did'nt thought hitherto
yes
commander of the faithful
lion of god
when
to in flict a blow on his head in altar
excellency

to suffer martyrdom
crying
i swear by god
i'm to be saved
why
we can't see Budda
when
he to abandon monarchy
and
government
because
prince'd like to grow up
with
water-lily
every time
i know your whises perhaps thy
has changed to powerman
or
politician and
lot of money the imperative of a
but you dose'n't to call on your spirit
with soul ugliness
thou to expect for me
and
other one else
does who love your face
oh my god
this is thuth in it
only deliverance'sman or
heroine to be able to call thier spirit's
in the mirror's world
ancient sacred place my
i'm no bady
but
some one is with me
she to play on the harp
and
she songed
to
pay a visit to our souls
we should effort to fly
with

her voice