Excerpt from the most beautiful Poems of Eid al -Maba’at by Ali Akbar Latifian We have presented that you can apply for post and instagram.
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My love has been captured by the desert
The most insane companionship of the era has written
This is also a lover’s problems
Has written my hand for the grip
From your possession is not the way to escape
This algebra was written by gods to Paman
Like you Amir only one person
Like I have written a lot of captives
Thank God that my name is your credit
Salman has written, Muslim has written
The name of you to the golden water of the hand
The top of the bed and crown of Solomon wrote
Read the two verses of this sura
God has written the Quran for you at all
Tonight’s pen.
With you. Muslims.
Read the Koran and show the way of God
Give monotheism to the land and time
Read the Koran and with your heavenly
Shake the dead on the ground
Read the Koran and take my wings from the cage
The sizes of the sky’s high -minded consciousness
How much do the guy’s people are.
Daughter to the skirt of these mothers
I am not with the voice of Muslim love.
So please give yourself the door of my ear.
Read the Koran to say that God is united and enough
Anyone who wishes to show Ali
You are in the sky of Mecca and your moon is Ali
The only clear reason for your way is Ali
Mecca smell of God from your prayer
Wrapped in time always your voice
Come on in the mountain.
The hand of all the abuse of you
Tonight Angels are all flying
Around the threshold of your cave
From now on the eyes of all the aqueducts
Believe in or your ribbon
From now on Shams and the moon on your hand
From now on my property and place under your feet
Flying with two wings can be possible, yes
The Quran is for you, Ali too for you
Ahmad became a book of Mustafa
Now you have been all of God.
Tonight when the Crown of Light shot on your head
Empty is the prophet of God
That lady who was boring a lot
Until this time can see
Under the roof of Fatima
Meeting on Fatima Ascension
Other than the word was not the right to speak on the lab
Every Friday noon was dedicated to Ali
Wherever you do and wherever
You see Ali Amir Najaf
Thinking of brotherhood?! Who better than Ali
From now on the king of your brother’s province
From now on God’s lion is your sunshine
Mehr Ali is the whole religion of your book
Sixty -three years of your kind life passed
Passed with patch bags of water and bread
Sixty -three years of life between the streets
In the servant of God this and that
Sometimes the farthest house of the earth
Sometimes passed between the farthest sky
Sometimes beside the city’s widow
Sometimes beside the children’s memory
Time to fall on the earth.
Time to climb your rejection of blessings
Those days when you became Abi Taliban branches
The days were in pain but still passed
O that your life was saved
O you who have passed your life with people
Return to the suffering and the pain of the human
Look at this cold human life
A number of people were away from your homeland
Some unseen Ovis became century
Of my family all Abdullah
From your family all my Mr.
U old old family of tribal
The product of your life was five tons
Some were Zainab and Ali and Fatima
Some people became Hussein and became good
Then you are your daughter and Zainab
Were busy weaving the shirts
A number of kids in your partner but
A number of kids in your body were torn
These killers all the liver can
Or Iha al -Rasul look like the shroudless
“Or Mustafa” see this tone of Pamal
See this killed by a pit
******
You start my start time.
Green the Rescue Green at the end of my
Although my “diamond” did not bilate my tone
But you are always my voice
I love you. I am dedicated
You are a pity and you pray.
You are for the gods and I am for myself
No I am for you not for me.
You spring, you sky, you blessings
To your family Ahlul -Bayt Salawat
Paradise you were the emergence
The god of mirrors you were my sweetheart
You are pure right and in the privilege of God
There was no one just you, you were in the cut.
To be God’s observer
You were like a mirror against it
At the time when there was no tree and a leaf too
It was God and you were the apple of the nephew
Is not supposed to pass forty years of u
You were my pimp before you arrive
Medina until you had a Muhammad
God always traveled in that city
Fadaiyan looks martyrs
The time of your head is your great head
Fugitive
The prisoners of the head of the faithful are
Give our incomplete reason the right to come to you.
Unless the human intellect of God knows
Look of your family dusty
To the hawk are a 100 -Muslim problem
The green messenger to see you know
The same tribe is the same as Salman
Lightly looked at Salman that day
Arabs was beside you and became a Muslim
Paradise was the bright garden of your
The flower of Mohammadi was your kids’ hands
Hello first morning and sunset this house
Christ was your poison home
The perfection of your soul does not take up with revelation
The descent of the verse was your descent for you
Only the breeze was joyful
As soon as you were familiar with you.
You wrote you the perfection or the messenger of Allah
Great Al -Allah
You are sunny and the sunshine
The secret book and secrets of this book are Ali
Were supposed to read all the marriage
For your share is Hassan Ali’s choice
If you are in Khazr Rahi Morteza
If you are the survival of Ali’s survival
If they ask who is the Prophet
I swear by your essence the strongest answer by Ali
For your pride
His Excellency Heydar Abuotrab is Ali
To the particle to comment.
To the sky and the work of sunshine
******
Poured over the turbulent
In the heart of my amazement.
I’m not upset about being a martyr
My blood shed on the feet of the souls
The heart opening table is better pre -guest
This is my heart all the feet of the guest
Until your arc frame should be drawn
Shattering
Sometimes you need to be more match like Oweis
Vow
Both scholars have a world
This one has a heartbroken one and that one died
Although one of Jesus, although Moses still
Less than the doors of your court in the door
You have a bastard
The flower pour on the head of the verses of the Quran
Vow this prophet is good to slaughter
Eid al -Adha in Eid al -Adha
So much of God’s essence manifested in you
It has put all its appearance in Khorasan
With the causality is the only way to be a Muslim
Varna spilled a lot of these Muslims
Night, night, but I remember Najaf
Baske died from Ali
Yanabi or prophet or prophet or Mustafa
Either Ali or Ali or Ali or Morteza
******
Go the side of the road meeting
Maybe someone ride this pedestrian
It is time to pour by crying
Compensate
Is another honor. The same refusal
So we’re giving thanks
We are in the bowl of the Nafs
We didn’t want to stand up at all
Astana’s goodness is always ahead
Or do not paste the service of this family
Mecca is his dignity to the presence of Muhammad
So we’re just going to make Mecca Zadeh
If this is the way to go this way
Don’t let
We do not go home except this
We don’t go beside the Pimber
Juan Karim is not empty and no bread
Kariman’s beggar poverty is not
It is not as if he did not take over.
Who does not get captured
What is the story that is for us
Ma’mas cannot be without Shah Khorasan
Of blessings is the prayer of the messenger
In Fatima Iran’s friendship
Once or a prophet and the other
Or Mustafa will not die without Ali
Because the description of the life of Mawlast is reading
Wenneh who does not follow the Qur’an
Gabriel Ali, Ali and Ali’s language
Quran Read the Prophet, which is the Qur’an
Stunned
The loud soul and the highlight of one’s
Swear we’re all going
Take off from paradise if their feet
At the same time forty years ago
Had proved their tall
Anx is our Imam in Layla al -Mubit
When he went to give him his place
He was not a permanent if he hadn’t full
With Morteza and Fatima make their world
Hand out of seeing your manifestation
You see the manifestation of his poison
Either Fatima or who Ali looks like
When shows their height and above
Is the light and in the tone of three people
This light has been manifested before
O soil of your feet all the creatures
Seven heavens and the creation of the dome
A bag of dignity between the city
Mr. Mehraban and Mr. Jobs
Yes prayerless prayer to the Qur’an
O first greetings all in the moods
Gabriel Our
The helplessness where and the path of climbing
Sir
Sir was the soil of your feet and
Thank God the tribe of Tawakah is and enough
Blindness of Aisha’s eyes, these jealousy
We are together and with all your family
The world of sacrifice of your smooth and simple life
Of us take over and fever the passion and shin
Habi Ali the same dignity
From us to the excitement of travels to Najaf
Mecca, Medina, Samarra and Kazim
With your family hub for years
Have forgiven
We have vowed to get out
From under the religion, this liver under the religion
We intended to help Fatima
Get to Karb and Hussein’s disaster
Kissing beside your daughter
Under the little throat of this light
Wow from the tail that Zeinab Kobra had reached
When it was reached that the laryn was cut
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