My tears, but I have pricked at the feet of my loved ones, but I have rested in the shadow of the flower, remembering your color and smell, O new spring of love, I have suffered like a violet, I have fallen from the
dust in your air, I have run with your head,
I have not seen the appearance of youth, I have heard a hadith from others in my lifetime, I have not eaten from the cup of well-being, I have not
picked a flower from the horn of desire.I didnt get the white hair for free, I bought this thread for the cash of my youth, O cypress, my feet are tied to my freedom, I am free, I am cut off from the whole world
, if I run away from the eyes of the people, do not blame me, I have not seen the deer of the people, I have tears, but I have dripped at the feet of my loved ones , I am a thorn, but I am resting in the shade of the flower.
