Can’t you see the pillar of heroism

and  outcry of the age

The followers covering and crowding the apt

attitude and the divine  concept

The angry age haunting with a rod

of revenge for a long way

The arm  not  weak should extend

There the ears have rhythmic gown

There the universe hiding in rituals

on the habitual craze of legacy

as the insight of hope for life

floating on the mountain Ararat

The lucid memory dreams are searching

the pages  of the book of revelation

The stones of leverage strikes my feelings

then stare and throwing my spectrum.

Prophecy of twirl and the symbol of hatred

rushing and rising the tuning

The light of creation conditioned

feathers are falling from the sets of doings

There goes my mercy flapping in the heights

But here are my wishes flashing around

 

Like the word of  stranger neglected

The nib of the flowing pen  rusted

And  bird chosen for the rituals

could hear  frozen voice of the sea shell

By the institutional attention seekers leads

to the content of  universal compromise

Those who concerned for tomorrow

with the urge of evening campuses

The dialogues of ages

rejected the feelings of  midday

The soft and firm of solving gauge

oppressed orbit  random  sage

The unworthy arms of  tranquil woods

There they stay and there they strive

The way of  movement of sight

giving honor  for the new order

The negativity of remorse  compulsion

of superstitions rounding the trust of tranquility

hiding the knowledge of mystery

Lasting lavish garden spread and caused

The immature image of  mind

Should continue  paddle truly affix

to the ultimate essence of imagination 
 

There the shadow of  tree

listen the statement and given  interdict

Have to know should know the quietness.

Let the numerical not fond of  my mind

Surrender the Knowledge of  mighty shield

The shelter of  image and establishment

giving  life and pouring from the vessel of love

Here the sweet expectation of my mind

falling like dark age

Inborn expressions are hiding by inhibition

for  the audience on the stage of  habits

Wasting and waiting for the strong

structure of conditioning and interpretation

The point of concentration of all eyes

are long days on the balance of justice

Waiting to hear for the foot steps

of  seasonal changes directly

The pages of the eyes of public media

the submission of   supporter

Hi calmly away

Dressing and brushing ,

Snobbish and spreading !

culture Hi mature  !          

 

Here I lonely where I stay.

Path of humanity  to the street  of inn

to the futile image of culture

Proper projection of dramatic images

Create secure and great nation

Recognition  of shawls  were pouring

and proving the saga of image

Still thy reject my label of living

there  I launch my petition of  desperation

The book of darkness should  clear

and stare to ignite my memory

engraving the court doors

with rays of the winter images

The tears of  dark dreams

and the struggle of my thoughts

The quiet feelings of life negate and

lack of mental view in refuge.

Fate mapping of the moral race

and its disciples spread around

And the truth  faced that age

never documented on the time of sphere

the  chariot of  clouds  

the rocky foot kept a distance  

 

And  I gave up my pride

for the readiness of peace

The stage where thy identify  unity

nodding enthusiastically and gratefully

Do you dream a shiny day

Or the images of repetition

appeared  on you and merge on the earth

Mushrooming  mountainous mute  within the depth

There you hear the order less

unworthy legend of  rage

The rigid allocation of wealth

give up the rounding lamp of my memory

Without stopping the division  

My very fear even a nuisance

Achieving angles up roar the mantles

Myth the mission of turning around

Weakening the hereditary expertise

Can’t  directly see the time shell

Affecting at the favorable time

For the submission of habits

My foot steps of my age

Like burning fire of the first sin                                                                           

How do you feel to see tomorrow            

 

dear dramatic home

The weakened fort of conditioning

Wasting the super ego of my motherland