HER FACE AND THE MOON OF FORTEENTH♥️🌕
source
Yesterday was the night of the fourteenth.
Some said it was the moon, some said it was your face
We were also there and everyone asked us
We laughed, we were silent
Who do we meet in this city?
Everybody take your name, everybody is crazy about you
Leave the alley and become a mad, but
The forest is the mountain, the settlement is the desert
We and the ritual worship turmoil
What a blessing, O careless beauty
Why did the two tears come and stay on the eyelids?
The rain of pleasure is your river of honor
O ruthless and unbelieving ones, we have never done anything wrong
Let us have the best deal, let us have the right deal
We are poor because of this harsh look on us
Never stop your way, never hold your foot
Yeah Beautiful face but not like that!
What happened to the city with the poems of one person?
If you want to listen painlessly, you can say what a good ghazal
The lover is disgraced, the poet is disgraced
REGARDS ♥️
@ssadil 😇.