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شمارهٔ ۱۶ / Number 16

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رفتی تو و خون جگریست از تو مرا
جان بر لب و دل پر خطریست از تو مرا

یک موی ندارم که نه آغشتهٔ تست
بر هر مویی نوحه گریست از تو مرا

English translation

You departed, and from you, I am left with a bleeding heart, My soul is on my lips, and my heart is in peril because of you. I do not have a single hair that is not drenched in you, Upon every hair, there is a mourner lamenting because of you.

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Humanities

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