The city of Bozineh

We reached a city of immense and shameful
That in the eyes of the people, the truth became a crime

Their tongues poisoned, their eyes are shot
Their hearts and rocks, on their lips old

Bonzine
Consumer and slander, to become God!

To Al -Ali, sarcasm
Have no swords, no conscience, nor man

One said, "Taha? Where is that messenger?
If his way is right, why did he be murder? "

One laughed and sat down to the spear
And said of the verse, but with failure

His tongue full of long -standing hatred
His heartfelt hearts, far from Taha

He called one: This city, unbiased
Hunts anyone who is from God

The city was neither the city, nor the place of prayer
It had been masked, muddy, long

Monkey to the pulpit, lie in Azan
Taha in the chains, Aliless

Neither dirt, nor mountain, nor a tribe, no companion
Only spears, sun and dust

And here it was the same: the hunting house
That prostrate failure, to spears and sadness ...

#behnammohtarami#