نسيم و شبنم

I could not find access to tracts where stars like pendent lamps do shine tearing vest of tulips and the rose was main and foremost duty mine.

I feel an inner urge so great to bid farewell to home and depart for joyful songs of nightingale, no zeal or zest to me impart.

O dew, God's will has made you know full well, both park and heavens high what i's more precious in your eyes, the dust of park or dome of sky?

If thorns and straws of worldly mead to cause a tension in you fail, then bear in mind, this lonely parks for heaven's dome is like a veil.