Lyrics of Bidad Mohammad Reza Shajarian In English

Fresh Flowers No. 37 Humayun The
sedition of your eye became so rampant

that Shakib my heart screamed The one who broke the morning
mirror and the tulip cup broke the

dust of the night in the mouth of the free lily,
oh from the joke of your eye that saw the bleeding of the sky

, this way of killing people and learned that
I am and the candle of the burnt heart or the Lord of Madadi who was disturbed again by the

night and the wind took my
poem is more sad than the moaning

of lovers The wound that has become rampant, our
shadow has killed our love, who took the stunt of
expediency with the help of Farhads axe, the

garden of opinion (Homayoun),
the one who wants my destruction and I do not want his health,

no one will blame him, his reproach
is the garden of recreation and thats it, he does not give fruit to anyone

except the apple of his tree, I wish I would see him again
on the Day of Resurrection,
what was his sin, I will kill him to compensate him

. Azar Pajouhesh | Style: Homayoun

Poet : Hooshang Ebtehaj