Love

The bowl of my hand from station to station I wandered door to door thirsty, thirsty. It was filled my vessel with your clear water. Where else should I have arrived but at you?

Machine translation from the Persian

Original Persian

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Nocturne

کاسه دستم منزل به منزل گشتم در به در تشنه تشنه . پر شد ظرف من از آب صاف تو . به کجا بایستی می رسیدم جز تو ؟
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