I saw with my own eyes that my burden is gone,
the redness of my face is following my friend,
I am caught in a storm in the heart of the sea of love,
my lover is going by my side with Noahs Ark,
oh how I feel, I have the air of your home,
in this land of homesickness, I have only God
, oh how I feel, I have the air of my home
, in this land of exile, I have only God
, so who should I tell what I broke from this heart
? I want to read anymore I am tired with this tired voice
, my heart is full of my heart to that land of my city,
what should I do, my lover, I made my vow there
, oh how I feel, I have the air of my home
, in this land of homesickness, I have only God, oh
comrade, it is difficult to see with your own eyes, it is
difficult to jump for a chicken, it is difficult to jump
with a sore and tired body. Next to the sadness of the
laughter of the lover and his name, it is difficult to hear (
Wow, how I feel,
I have the air of my home
, in this land of homesickness
, I only have God) The repetition of
my lips laughs, alas, the sound of my hearts
moaning and crying, the song of my heart,
my heart is filled with grief, I want to cry
to God for the beautiful Tehran of my heart, the strait of my heart
(Wow, how I feel,
I have the air of my home,
in this land of homesickness
, I only have God) Repetition
only God. Im
crying,
My heart is there in my kind city
, sadness and sorrow have penetrated into the marrow of my bones
, if I sing... Its not that Im singing, its my
pain... What can I say... I have to read
