The overwhelming love of love

It is said that at a time, a lover of the glorious, in the wake of a lover who had no name, but salinity in his life that sleeps.

Whoever saw, he said, "The way you go, it comes to the door, not the joiner."

And he said, "If I die in this way, to live in love."

A lover, stepped in a valley that was called love;

Where the lovers were heading on the ground, and their hearts.

He also, too

The color and the hypocrisy leaned and the lips opened off.

Every night, he slaughtered his heart and was passionate about the fire.

Cut the intellect, and as Mansour, Nahaqi shouted.

The people were stoned, but he had a smile, because the inner fire was more flame out of the stone.

It took a long time to lose it.

In the mirror of the heart, he saw except the light of the beloved.

And because he is revised, he did not see himself.

Neda's heart came to:

You are me, I, there is no difference between us.

You were like fuel, you left.

You became a mortal, you were eternal with me.

So he knew that the lover and the lover were in fact one.

The drop that was afraid of the seabed became the seal itself.

The light you was looking for in the sun, the sun itself.

Since then, neither I stayed nor he

Rather, it was only love, anonymous, unclean, unnecessary and unnecessary.

And said.

I was not that

And now I'm unpopular.

I, my beloved ... and the beloved, me.

#behnammohtarami#