Lyrics of Booye Khoobeh Gandom Dariush In English

I am from the plague of this eastern tribe,

you are this glass traveler of the city of Farang,

my skin is made of the night, your skin is made of red velvet, from

the blisters of your clothes, from the skin of the leopard,

the smell of wheat is mine, everything I have is yours, a

piece of soil is mine, everything I plant is yours,

you think of the iron forest and the skyscraper

, I think of a room your size for sleeping,

my body is my soil. The wheat in

your body is our thirst The thirst of a drop of water The

smell of wheat is mine, everything I have is yours,

a piece of soil is mine, everything I plant is yours,

your city is yours, your beautiful city is

cashmere,

my city is my city of prayer

, all its dome is

gold, your body is like an axe, my body is like an axe, the

hard root of the

beating of a picture is a heart,

but on the tree

, the smell of wheat is mine, everything I have is yours

. And when the soil is mine, everything I plant is yours, I

should not be an elegy for the soil of my body,

you are a traveler, the blood of the veins here, I am here,

my body does not like to be injured in your hand,

now I shout with whoever it is, whoever is not, the

smell of wheat is mine, everything I have is yours, everything

I plant is yours, the

good smell of wheat from my eye album

Poet : Shahyar Ghanbari