Taq Bostan, hunting ground for ancient kings of Iran

Aydin Alizadeh

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The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

Saadi

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

Hafez

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

Hafez

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Rumi

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, 'You owe me.' Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

Hafez

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.

Rumi

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

Rumi

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.

Rumi

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what's hidden.

Rumi

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Taq Bostan, hunting ground for ancient kings of Iran

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Taq Bostan, hunting ground for ancient kings of Iran

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

Saadi

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

Hafez

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

Hafez

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Rumi

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, 'You owe me.' Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

Hafez

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.

Rumi

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

Rumi

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.

Rumi

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what's hidden.

Rumi

Taq Bostan, hunting ground for ancient kings of Iran

Weather - Kermanshah

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