When Rostam is the enemy of Sohrab, our moonlit night is impotent, when dear Shabdiz The story of our waking time is sleepless When the poet has fallen from the sonnet, when the voice has fallen silently, when the heart of the star has fallen, when our love is ruined, it is
time to break the hatred of your silence, which is its own crying, it is time to
break the hatred of your silence, which is itself, my own crying, stop the
glass of memory , the blind knots behind the dawn window, from behind the tall star. Kill always, the mountain is always absent, every sight is the turn of the
flame again, the season of shedding the skin, my hand is the time of fire, the game of our embrace, the time of love, the blue of our crystal,
it is the time to break the hatred of your silence, which is itself, crying, I am the
time to break the hatred of your silence, which is itself, I cry when
Rostam is the enemy of Sohraba, our moonlit night is impatient when dear Shabdiz The story of our waking time is sleepless when the poet has fallen from the sonnet, when he is silent, When the heart of the star is poured out, when our love is broken, it is
time to break the hatred of your silence, which is itself, it is my own crying, it is time to
break the hatred of your silence, which
is my own crying, I am the one who is crying, I am the one who is crying, I am the one who is crying, I am the one who is crying.
