Lyrics of Ghesseyeh Najaf Farman Fathalian In English
There was a house in Najaf, whose wall was lazy, the name of that house was Mullah Ali, half nights, had a bag that took off, dates and bread and eating, whatever he was, he was traveling to the streets, to the alley, The Kufas gardens, the gardens of the rainy, s worshiping Ali, can be, it must be like Ali, whoever is religious, then Ali can be my secret, my pain, my pain, to see my eyes.
