Oh, that morning, was the happiest moment
Refreshing drops of rain
Relentless tear of mercy cloud
Rolled out from the roof of the heaven
With a pleasant sound of rain
I wondered how…
It washes everything away
Under the tumble beads

My tears could shed like the drops of the rain
From overwhelming allusion
And passage of bias defiance

Above the reach of the clouds
Drizzling rain shed on bosoms' desert
Cottage in the heart vacant from abhorrence

Of human's thought, all evil spirit frozen
I do not know
These darkness, to what extent remain
Thus haziness in this way
Source: the poetry collection "fuse to whom, remain with whom", Aboul Hassan Ansari, publisher Mab'as

/J