ᖴOᖇ EᐯEᖇ ،🚸

تجازيني بهجر و حچاية المو خوش؟ تعال على الجروح حساب خل نحسب الاگيك بربيع و كل بلابل شوگ وتلاگيني بخريفك و الهوا المغضب و اجيك بيا هلا ومعتاب من تغيب و اني سنين اغيب و چلمه ما تعتب گلبك موش الي مبين اليهواك! You repay me with abandonment and harsh words? Come, let's settle the score on the wounds. I'll meet you in spring, with all the nightingales of longing, and you'll meet me in your autumn, with the angry wind. I'll come to you with a welcome and reproach when you're gone, and I've been gone for years, and not a word of reproach. Your heart isn't mine, it's clear the one who loves you!

وٌِحًَقُْ کِْلَْ شَُآمًَةّ بًِيَْکِْ آِسِْتٌِسِْلَِمًِتٌْ لَِلَْمًُوٌْتٌْ أَکَْآبًِرْ.. وٌِآلَدٍِّمًِعٌْ مًَآ يَِنِْشُِفُْ بًْخَِدٍِّيَ کْلَْتٌْلََکْْ شُِنِْهِّيَ جَّيَْتٌَکْْ؟ کْلَِتٌْلَِيَ جَّيَْتٌْ أَهّْوٌَآکْْ مًَآ کْتٌلَِيَْ بًْحًَيََآتٌَکْْ جَّآيَْ مًِتٌْعٌَدٍِّيَ چِٓنِِتٌْ حًَآسِِبًْ هَّلَْيَ يَْصِّيَْرُوٌْنِْ ضِدٍِّيَ بًْيَُوٌْمًْ مًَآ حًَآسِِبًْ دٍِلَِيَْلََکْْ يَِنِْکْلَِبًْ ضِدٍِّيَ! By the right of every mole on you, I surrendered to death, I am proud.. and the tears do not dry on my cheek. I told you, what is your purpose? You told me, I came to love you. You did not tell me in your life that you came as a passerby. I thought my family would turn against me one day, but I did not think that your heart would turn against me!

قَلِيلٌ مَنْ يَدُومُ عَلَى الْوِدَادِ فَلا تَحْفِلْ بِقُرْبٍ أَوْ بِعَادِ

قَلِيلٌ مَنْ يَدُومُ عَلَى الْوِدَادِ فَلا تَحْفِلْ بِقُرْبٍ أَوْ بِعَادِ