Song of Manner You can be your palm To open. And the breeze will propel you forward -blowing from Damavand And you are a seeker wishing to be there Barefoot/// only with the snow- It will propel you forward and unknowingly, you will be song. A standing word takes different colours, Standing yes, but … The variegation which is a behaviour. The cool of this song has shone vigorously from everywhere, Deep in the valleys. How long the dream stretches, It reaches the winding mountain road; Then There is the rustle of the grass On the slopes. Bajan Elahi