O air of seeing you, I Corner of your eyebrows, my Qiblah, killed this regret I am a flower Hidden Face.
To your appearance of Nazanin Yara Night Bake us
I have a hundred words in my throat I have
To your appearance of Nazanin Yara Night Bayra Baya Bayra see your air burn Corner of your eyebrows. My qibla sometimes Killed this regret I am a flower Face.
