Say, O lover, say from the head of love, say from the head of love, say from the head, say from the house, tell me about the flowers of the night, tell me about the night
that does not stay, tell
me about the beloved, the purple nastarans, the unsequitured tablecloths on the green carpet , tell me, O friend, say that I miss the earth, I have no place on the earth, the sky has become stoned .Tell me about the night of the alleys, the aimless wanderings of the alleys of the garden, the smell of rain and grass , tell me about the old crow that did not reach home, tell me about the spring of the stories that reached the branch, tell me about the house, tell me
about the flower of oregano, tell me about the night that does not stay, tell me about the beloved, the purple nastarans, the frank tables on the green carpet, tell me, my friend, tell me that I miss the earth, I have no place on the earth, the sky. Stoned
