Rubaiyat - چوارینەکان

My heart beats, while waiting for you ✦ I only count time, you count my age too

This date lasted long for me and for you ✦ I'm ready even to perish, but before you

I run very long on soil towards horizon ✦ I saw much of being season by season

I stopped, then thought of my mission ✦ I only see together-living as the reason

It has lasted long to become a good master ✦ Then came the fame and started real disaster

Lets hear my story before you run away faster ✦ I came from a cell and like all left as a waster

Cosmos is a tiny sight of ours ✦ World is a tiny diet of ours

Head is a tiny image of colors ✦ Heart is a bunch of beloved-flours

Hey slave, how long kings and queens? ✦ All can live like siblings or even twins

They poses our labor, and even our lives ✦ Let’s rethink , then rearrange commons

Hey soldier, pride of the nations ✦ A day comes, but full of emotions

You burn bread with any motion ✦ Wheat grows on soil, do an action

Hey refugee, what do you seek around here ✦ Soldier uprooted you from your own soil

Asylum from another soldier here is unfair ✦ unjust circles around the world, there and here

If freedom is taken away by Satan ✦ Either in west or even in Kurdistan

One wants east and another west ✦ A sip of wisdom, defeat Dictatorstan

Hey poet, leave heart’s deal and mood ✦ Just stare! Don´t measure who is bad or good?

The play of dumbs reflects in soldier´s deed ✦ Rich´s budget for war upon our labor for food

The primitive human began struggle with stone-throwing ✦ It arrived at mosque with shouting and church with ring

Politic passed the darkness of middle ages and grew wings ✦ It crushes now man between struggle of left-, right-wings

Stare at the globe from my eyesight and not only a glance ✦ fighting against terrorism and killing the killer for tolerance

Nazi against feminist for blacks´ sperm from USA or France ✦ Turks´ hate of Kurds, Pandemy, America's walls and fence

The raven come one after another ✦ They expel birds and their mother

They subjugate only the mother ✦ The field is empty, oh what a shudder

Athen‘s hills boils lyric and Hexameter ✦ Phyx hill shapes democracy in diameter

Akropolis changes it all to Freedom ✦ Mediterran wind spreads meter by meter