{Ramesh} My hands were two palms of prayer, my words were your name and Gods name, my eyes were on the soil of prostration, my tears were my tears, my comrade was the moaning,
aaah, your
eyes were like a nightmare, the dew of tears was the same eye, your words were the color of henna flowers, your gaze was simple and sincere,
alas, those days are over, autumn has come, everything that was has been frozen , alas
Fereydoun Farrokhzad, O Dad, O Dad
And he was sincere,
alas, those days are over, autumn has come, everything that was has been treasured, alas, alas,
Fereydoun Farrokhzad, he gave the flowers
of the garden, he died, he buried our memory with him, he gave it
