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Research:
Tajikistan
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Mohammad
Ali Ajami
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Poems of Tajik Poet, Mohammad Ali Ajami
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I
want to go jungle
and be a tree
in city, no one has the time to say hello
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Always,
I hear you
even, I call myself
what exercises has love |
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From
the tree of woman's body
should pick off love
apple is the fancy of ignorant |
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Yesterday,
the village of your city
has everything, which was mine
Today, I'm vagrant in the city of your hands |
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I
passed through all the clouds
for the sun of your hands
I understood from your lips
that how beautiful is the cherry's garden |
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Who
lived fire
will grow again from the ash of death
and I have a lot of words
that I write leaf's mourning
for the death of a tree
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Tree
from the feeling of the leaf
wholly
greened finely
sparrow is not little more
what left from us, is love
what left from city, window |
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Research:
Poems
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