The hope of my soul has returned from the journey , my mouth has returned from the journey, dear one, who is unaware of the sudden river of dawn, he does not have any more heartache on his lips, a smile like the bud of dawn, my lips bloomed when I heard that
my friend came back from my sad journey
, and also, that finally after all the night, dawn, suddenly my negar, such a new fog came from the journey
, so that it finally blows after all the nights. Dawn, suddenly my Negar, such a new fog came from
my journey as well, after that distance , the sadness of the abandonment of a flower branch, I took it to the cut of a flower branch, I took it to the cut and
I saw that my Negar was happy, passed by me and passed to the other side, and
woe to the flower that was in my hand silent and a world of speech was silent. And there was a world of words , the flower, which became known for its disloyalty from seeing such a separation,
from the sorrow of the torn shirt, from the sorrow of the torn shirt.
