you are not fat

Shakteh, O poetry, O mercy of Arjeej
And he knew the poetry of Shafaj
And the most beautiful of the vineyard if I returned to compare Beige
I know the high-altitude and snow-capped
I’m dreaming of you, but you are not fat
The rooms were very nice at night
Best Agdam jostled and embraced tricks
Oh God, let him wear it
Praise be to God
All the sea of tenderness,

My mother (peace be upon her)