Sometimes Its Just Me

- Shirazian

You’re the princess of my body and soul! The one who makes me smile and show her teeth! The one who puts salve on my body's and soul's eyes! The moon is embarrassed seeing your light and your height. My blood should be sacrificed, when my heart sees you it says "Divine fate has come, Divine fate has come". Sometimes I become a ball for you, fitting the curved end of your club. Sometimes you call me into places of fun. Sometimes you push me into places of trouble. Sometimes you put me to sleep. Sometimes you send me to reason. Sometimes you throw me to the world of existence. Sometimes to the desert of absence, he gives thanks to the almighty. Sometimes he yells and screams. Alas! Sometimes he goes to serve Sheen, other times he becomes drunken crazy one. You torment the soul, make him crazy insane. Sometimes you make him enjoy solitude. Sometimes you make him fond of ostentation and hypocrisy. Sometimes he wants gold then other times spreads earth on his head. Sometimes he thinks he's Caesar. Sometimes he wears old patched and worn-out mantles. What a strange tree he is? Sometimes an apple, Sometimes a pumpkin, at one time he yields poison at another sugar. He causes trouble, Sometimes and other times he is the remedy. What a strange river he is? Sometimes he becomes water, Sometimes blood. He turns into ruby colours wine or milk or Sometimes health-giving honey. Sometimes he weaves knowledge in the heart. Sometimes he destroys one's knowledge. Sometimes he achieves superiority other times he sees every trouble and misfortune. One day he becomes master, one day he turns into a tiger then a dog. Sometimes he becomes a mean enemy, other times he becomes a father mother or kid. Sometimes he becomes a thorn, then a rose. Sometimes he is the vinegar and other times the wine. Sometimes he plays the drum. Sometimes he becomes a drum and is hit by a mallet. Sometimes he falls in love with his five senses and six dimensions. Sometimes he wants good spirits but Sometimes like a lost camel in the desert, he wanders around. Sometimes his aims and hopes are as deep as a well-digger's. Sometimes he is among the treasures of a king’s who hides his treasures and ascends to the sky in the end. When your grace opens his way, my Sheen sings one tune and is saved from changing from colour to colour. He becomes crazy and dips into one colour like an early morning sun. He dives into the sea like a fish. His garden, his meadow, his country become sea, his coffin, his grave and everything else are dead a plague to him except that sea. When he slips out of those colours, god's colour appears to do god's wishes. He is saved from malice, from modesty. He is saved from running and stopping like the millstone turning around the pin he is saved from 'come and go'.

"We open your door, so you can keep your friend next to you; we merge your coming generation with you. This is the reward of love we tie your waist tightly. Really we forgive your sins, you just gave thanks to god, that's the reason thanks bring contentment".  - A voice from his soul

The door of explanation is closed, it is better for us to be silent.

- Shirazian