emrôz chô har rôz, kharâb-êm kharâb ma-g`shâ dar andêsha-wo bar gîr rabâb Sad gôna namâz-ast-o rukû`-ast-o sujûd ân-râ ke jamâl-é dôst bâsh-ad miHrâb Today, like every day, we are ruined, ruined (by "wine"). Don`t open the door of worry, but take up the lute! There are a hundred kinds of prayer, bowing, and prostration6 For the one whose prayer-niche, is the beauty of the BelovedSourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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