Ebrar'a

divine possibility Is it the possibility that gave you to me or the one who created you? Is it your family that created you or the one who created you? Infinite possibility, infinite improbability, Should we thank the one who created love or the one who keeps it alive? In this world where the lack of a cause is a reflection of the truth, what should we believe in? One must see the shadow of truth to find it, One must see the reason for love to love, Contemporaries say that man is afraid of what he does not understand, Man is not afraid of death, Man is afraid of the consequences of death; From the situation that the result will bring, The love that sets my happiness free, imprisons my heart in you, What to say about this contradiction? Oh! There are so many possibilities filled with your absence, Oh! There are so many impossibilities filled with your absence, A tone in your voice; either it must be listened to or it must be listened to A tone on your face; either it must be worthy or it must be Is the illusion coming out of your eyes the light of the heart under your skin? The poet says that for Ebrar, one should only describe the description, The poet says that the immortal spirit cannot know Ebrar