To the places that you are going don't bear my ashes.
Cast faces of mine all your pasts,
Hurl from the peaks of new life that you are strolling.
When you passed from the arid valley,
If the pens that you distilled from my books had been dried,
You can get ready to say your last words maybe.
Let my bones not sprout again any way
To the morning of each stars that slipping.
And let none of deaf hear again
Screams that had been massed in my bone marrow.
The sorrow nights that created from my ashes of your fire
If any time return to you,
Any of ashes from the fire which you burned
shall not be given to you
I want the swallow with stones have been passed
From the cities that you already passed.
From the nineth city as you didn't mind
From the tenth one why you mind my name
I want first you gathered shall be driven away,
The sounds of nights remained with me shall be sow then
To the earths that you tread on,
However to not take any ways with my dead foots.
Let none of children look again to the sky.
My voices that had been lost shall be hammered
To the forehead of life if it had been remained
The voices which even if the blind don't wish to hear.
Even if just one passenger shall not come
From to Sina desert to Taif or from Tuva to Tih.
No man shall come from the distance of every corner of city
To the warners of your tribe
I hope The morning shall be nearer.
The people in Araf shall not go
To at most one paradise where smile has finished.
And if any time you decide to return back
Eventhough after you obviously see the hell,
Deliver the lamed dead
That I found it your eyes every dawn
First for the sake of my deads which you sacrificed your life
If you can deliver it to remaining colors of life.
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