Lyrics of Dar Shabeh Sardeh Zemestani Ahmad Shamloo In English
In the cold winter night, the furnace of the sun does not burn like the warm furnace of my lamp and does not light like mine, there is no light, not bound by the ice of the fish that burns from above, I lit my lamp in the presence of my neighbor, it was a dark night and a cold night of winter, the wind was twisting with the pine in the middle of the piles, it was silent, it was lost from me, the saddle of the narrow road and I am still the story. Remember Wayne saying the words of the lip: Who burns ? Who burns? Who will take this story to heart?
On a cold winter night, the furnace of the sun does not burn like the hot furnace of my lamp