Mohammad Hassan Farah Bakhshian was born in Neyshabur in 1320 in 1320. According to himself, after the sleep he had seen at the age of 12, his poetry flourished.
In the following excerpts of the most beautiful Neyshaburi mystical poems and mystical poems We have presented that you can use Instagram for post, capacity and storytelling.
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Appreciate these olives neither you nor me
The world of the world of the world neither you nor me
Warm God thanks to God, two sages
With the informant that last neither you Mani nor me
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Neyshaburi Julideh Poems About Imam Hussein
Hussein and Anna Semen
In this world of ecoshida so my mantle is my
Always the name of Hussein is on my soul
What a read that Muhammad (PBUH) described to him
That I am from that goodness and the good of it.
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The world is all drunk of Hussein’s face
The world’s particles are in the wake of Hussein’s work
Why are you right home?
Because God is also the mourning of Hussein
Anyone to the world is caught up
It is a life that (Julida) is caught up in Hussein
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I am a divine servant
Divine the pain of my Russian
Divine you are rich and I am poor
You are mercy and mercy and kindness
Divine my incomplete my
Divine my drop, you are the sea.
Divine you dear and I have
Divine I have been my servant
Divine
Divine Drunk I Make me a little.
I am afraid that hell is snowing
To the rhizar riser.
Divine who I am, whatever I am.
If I am ashamed of the time
This is my grudge.
Remember me from Khatam’s promise
Bent
Look at me that my head
Divine you are the great and I have a minor
You creative and heavenly
Thanks to his mercy.
That I am Abd Tamam Mulla u
I am involved. I am involved.
Look Breman and Mam Conen
Bradley
Dari, take me from me and my person
To burn me in the fire.
Groaning
I sat down with your grant
You know Ali love Ali
My hand in your hand.
The hadith you said yourself
If Hell has under the skin
Discharging to love Ali
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If the king of the king dies or the beggar dies
If it is rich or dies of the poor
Captain
That dies except the essence of God non -God
Adamad
Or that the water dies because of the Khadr.
The bowl is filled with cho water.
Every tree that falls dies
Candle Kill the flames from night to dawn
The breeze that dies of the wind of Saba
To make honesty benefit from truth
Because the honesty of the rudder dies, Safa dies
Mahdia come early
The light of faith God dies in our hearts
What to say to me.
Oh, in our chest, the time of prayer dies
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Neyshaburi’s poems in the description of Mother
U pure poetry of the Mother’s time
You are the best of eternal speech mom
Is the oneness of God and say
After the One God, the only mother
Spring Without you is more sad than autumn
That the green palm of Safa
Sunset your life dawn of regret and sadness
That enthusiasm and happiness is the pretext of mama
Your white hair tranquils.
That a new night prayer
The crystal of your tears says that in the end of love
You are the mother of the mother -in -law
To the seal of your seal I prostrated to God
That grabs the essence of God. Mother’s sign
To the plain of my memories.
That the chicken of my soul is my mom’s nest
Someone who says to you will burn it
Kick
Hesitized and pain that you hot in silver
That also tears in my mother’s tears.
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Is the real death, the mob, not the slogan
Of the grip of death, no way out of the death
Nightingale is on the ears of dawn.
A tail is a trophy, not always spring
Don’t be happy with the veteran who is the result
Except for pain and suffering and misery
The world was Cho Farm, we include Barzegar
Cultivate it that the seeds of the heart are not thorns
Bahram Gore hunted the zebra
Now to the dormant grave and the thought of hunting is not
A tail of a rogue horse to get up.
Because the world is not riding on your horse
Such
Don’t be happy! That is not good at eternity
Take all the property of the world in the owner
Well your survival is not credited.
Judgment written to human forehead
Except the essence of the right of one’s right to the world
(I am jelly) that in the morning and to say this
Dead is true, the mobs, the slogan is not
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The colorful table and God’s eye on my way and you
Until it turns out where Taleb is where
Is the general burden of God to the feast
Until where is you in the mercy of you
That God who is merciful and Karim and Ghafur
Says Suthe Delean where is the lover of heartfelt
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Where is the one who whispered from the sons
Where is the glory to the glory
Ramadan came back and came on the roof of the carousel
Kills Bang of Promoters where the sinful work is
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