'arūs-i āb: Persian 1401

And I must say about the bride of the water, a tall woman with golden hair and a white body, who used to bathe in the water in the karat and babushkas above the chimneys at night. He is as tall as one and a half people. He was in water up to his chest and waiting for someone to step into his solitude. His eyes sparkled in the darkness like a piece of diamond, colored and polished by the shine of the sun. Her lips are blooming like roses. His arms are warm and kind, well-cut and well-glazed waiting, until he hugs a body and a crisp body. And his hair was tangled in the water, like a thorn bush... a young and handsome passer-by had fallen on him to the feet of Kariz and the breakers, as if he saw him from behind all the mud and dirt, and called out: "Hey young man! Where is such a rush? Come naked and relax next to me. If you are dead, you will be old. Be bold, be young. You are young, newlywed. Be a new bride, you screwy butt. You die in the womb and become old again, young again, newlywed again. A snake with its tail stuck in its throat, immortality, watered by the water of life.