ABOUT ME

We had neither field nor farm, hive nor bee. Who said that by saying honey is not honey, there is no gypsy fortune. One day a bee came and landed on me, when I saw it I entered a new age! Honey flowed from one eye, slipped in one eye, Worlds are worth once tasting. I neither spilled crackers nor turned cattle, spread everything aside and herded this bee. I walked the vineyards and grew a garden garden. He took honey from each flower. He took leaves, took a branch, and one of the eggs threw a stone, his feet broke. I was not tied up, not oiled; He did not find any kind of cure. Finally, I roamed the mountain slope; I brought a walnut leaf. I wrapped it, I wrapped it very thinly, neither pain remained nor pain, I think. Once upon a time, there was a sultan in a country when camels were cribs, fleas were barbers, while I was shaking my mother's cradle by strumming. I said, "Is your crown, not the madman of the throne like the others, the better of the descendants?" He has brought the country to such an order that it has brought such an order that it has brought such order that forty thieves, which gates behind the bezirgans. Neither giants can play ball, nor jinn can play javelin. Everyone is in their own business, in their own way; in his own soil, in his own stone; He sows his sows and sews his sows; with a smiling face and a sweet tongue, he lived and died in a heartfelt manner. In such a period, who would not be a victim to such a sultan, but what comes out, back when the godfather did not make people laugh… Well, God gave him a state after the state, but let's come; He did not give a son to replace him with his homeland. Therefore, as his age and head progressed, his scale and intensity increased and he did not say night or day; but the earth and the heavens begged and burned to the creator, the earth was iron and the sky was copper; prayer did not find its place. One day, while the sultan was pondering again, someone who saw the day and cared came in and said, "My Sultan." “Those who do not say their problems cannot find a cure; What would you say, do you have sorrow? Has anyone thrown a stone on the wrong branch, has anyone looking sideways at a neighbor's door? What happened, what happened to you? " The sultan bowed his neck: "Oh, my servant who understands my state" said; God gave every state, but he saw a child to me a lot; I have been searching for a remedy for my problem for seven years, however, it is snowing on the mountains I trust; the branches that I hold on are breaking and coming. I cannot find a cure other than sitting down and burning my problems. " When the man heard this he said: "My state"; “Let it not be like teaching mind, let one see something to worry about oneself; This trouble comes to an end, day after day; As you put it in your heart, you will lose the fear of yesterday and the day later… What shall we do; In this world, everything is in our hands, not in our hands, that is the destiny, maybe there is a good thing in that, if the giver gets back what he gave to Allah! It is neither like herding sheep in dry tea, nor wearing a consignment… Away from the stoves, like a shirt of fire, it burns, makes the man burn! ” The Sultan shook his head: “You are right, my mouth dualist my servant, you are right; If Allah will give, let him give from the good, the living; and for you grow it along your own, then take it and give it to the black lands with your own hand. If he had such pain, Plato could not bear it, but once I got into this trouble myself; now, once in two, a witch haunts me; I don't know if I am clear, what shall I do? " he asked. The man who understands this situation and the situation said: “My Sultan”, “there is a solution for everything; Before this trouble puts on you, you take on this trouble; Build such a garden that will distribute money, make such a garden that swans in its roses and ahus in its mansions… Let neither hyacinths pull your hair, nor violets burst your neck; Let the drums beat and thump; Let the reeds play coy, May the roses celebrate the day; Let the nightingales have weddings, such a garden… Now, has a witch broke out one day; say one, two; Go to this heavenly floor… you want to set up by a pool; wanna lie down under a tree; If you want more, sleep with the sound of the waters; dreaming of the green; And if you can wake up, wake up with the song of birds… First of all, your eyes will open; There is no sorrow, no grief. ”This word stuck to the sultan's mind; anyway, treasures are overflowing, does a garden have a say? He built such a garden, built such a garden that, however I say, it is like in a fairy tale… Weeping weeping willow, elvan elvan flower, the fragrance, the faint voice… In fact, the finger of those who see it is left in their mouths; The sultan was happy and watched, liked and celebrated, but, however, what he found was not worth his hopes; For, on what day, at whatever hour the clouds were wandering over his head, he went out to this garden, but he came to see what he saw, that sorrow, that cassette did not come before him and wait for his way under the trees? Let's laugh if he is brave too! As the roses made the day, the heart of the sultan cried blood; while the nightingales performed their wedding, they tied a gamut on the scale; his problem became two when he was one and three when he was two; Will he ever look back at the garden face? He did not take his step, but one day, when black winds blew on his head, he went out to the garden again, this time when he did not feel any relief, he was completely angry; informally said neither flower, nor insect; smashed whatever came to him; wherever he wouldn't leave a stone on a stone, if his wife hugged his hand and foot ... Already this hatu

THREE APPLE

Come to the vineyard, come to the garden. Wow, I got burned. Come sick from the lie, my lady, my lady, my lady, my leylim Vineyard is separate from the garden I cannot be separate from the friend The vine is separate from the garden I cannot be separate from the friend How does the human being live Separate my lady, my lady, my lady, my lady, will the bonds be without a pomegranate Will the heart be without a heart Will the bond be without a pomegranate Will the heart be without a pomegranate? ? My lady, my lady, my lady, my lady, I made you do not do it. My lady, my lady, my lady, my lady, I made you do not do it. my lady, my lady; my lady, my lady