I am from the city of love and my bag my sonnet Full of good name and hearty honey One whose taste is the taste of love Fresh asking for your veins I come from the city of love and my bag my sonnet Flowed from the good name Honey
To the petals of his voice my need for him, beyond the demands of Jojbar, to the flow
The person whose taste tastes love All the moments like me are with me You are all loved by all my love My
You are like a flower sleep, a gentle and simple like me love, you are buried a mystery forest, a simple sea captured by Atefeh, but my free I need you, beyond the need of the streams, beyond the need to flow