Glimpsing your lovely face, my poor eyes stare
And brim with water like spring clouds; but there -
You are the sun; the eyes of anyone
Will water if he gazes at the sun
- Tajaddin Bakharzi (Seljuk period, Bakharz)
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Tuesday, May 3, 2011
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