One sage who strolled in the public
Singing heavenly song, magnetic song
Hung sacks on his shoulders, the grain sack
Whole day he roamed and prayed and sung
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Accept my offering to save Blur the eyes of the pigeons Make me grain Let them eat Shrill of whisper was high First time seen heaven’s sigh indeed Spiritual poem, motive of which nothing except guidance of mankind. one suggestion (pls don't mind) replace the word Darvash with Sage so that reader of second language would understand it wholly & easily :) beautiful cited poem
Silence of the city Hatred that sprouted In the human thought Harmed non but the innocent nice lines..___]