Monday, September 12, 2011

The fleeting winds of time

In silent awe of the passage of time
The river of life gushing blindly onwards
Oblivious to our nostalgia, pleasure and pain
Indifferent to our loss or gain
Caring not whether there's sunshine or rain
Grabs you by the lions mane
Stares you in the eyes and says
Rejoice, pray and thank
For it will be gone!
روزها گر رفت گو رو باک نیست
تو بمان ای آنک چون تو پاک نیست
If the days pass by, tell them, go on then, no fear
Stay with me, the One to whom none compares in Purity

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