Time old person's daughter, the hypocrisy of the time,
The dumb speechless like barefoot dervishes,
They are arranged in a single row, there is no beginning or end,
Holding the crown and root of a wand,
According to his wish to offer gifts,
Bread, kingdoms, including the sky.
In my pleached garden, see the spectacular,
Forget the morning wishes, hurriedly
Took a few herbs and apples, days have been turned,
And departed silent.In her black hair down
I see her scornful, it's too late