Lyrics of Bon Bast (1353) Dariush In English

Many of these alleys that are interconnected
Our Old Alley, Ben alley
Straight wall of a dry garden full of memorial poems
left between us and the big river that is always like being like the voice of the big river, always in our ears
This sound, the lullaby is good, but the alley. Our alley

We were born in this alley, we are in this alley. Continuously
Our Old Alley, Ben Closed Alley

Declaration with Iraj Jannati Atai:
Tired hair, get tired of hair
to ruin the mud wall
One day, every day, we will come to that big river
Clear River, Cleaning of the River
Tired Hair, Tired Hair Hair
To ruin the mud wall, tired hair.