Another Persian Poem

 You know this is one of my favorite poems. I think that I have shared it here at least once, but I just went to look for a narrated version and this is the first one (and only one until now) that I have heard. Regardless this, the declamation is quite good and passionate, so just sit back, relax and feel!

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