Your departure means staying with Iran. Good luck, you went to God while reading the Quran. Oh, why did you leave, sir?
After each prostration, you made an intention to draw near to Him. You have visited the tomb of Mehr Torbat. Where did you go?
Did you go to Karbala, sir? You're gone, goodbye moon and mirror. Goodbye, resentment in the chest.
We miss you, sir. Please say something. Rest easy, sir.
Relax and be alone with the master. Goodbye, Mr Mazloum. .
. I carry with me my troubled heart. Who should I entrust my secret grudge to?
I'm tired, I'm tired, you've left me, sir. I am proud of the days without you. Our sky is starless without you.
I was drowning in my screams, I screamed, sir. Goodbye, you lonely oppressed person. Goodbye, oh slanderers.
Goodbye, we are not your victims. Goodbye, pious old man. Goodbye to tired sarcasm.
We are ashamed of our shortcomings. Goodbye, Mr Mazloum. .
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