Lyrics of Khaneye Ayene Mohammad Esfahani In English
It is enough for you to sit and open your hair so that I can tell you with the sorrow of the nights of separation, you are waiting for me, I have come, O my soul, I am relapsed and there is no liberation from my burning, you are a prisoner in the cage of your wings and feathers, the alien was flying, the bird of the air, the longing of the tip of your finger is full of songs, so that he can do what he can beside you, the harp of a sound, woe to that ear that hears the song of this trachea and it is not possible, if you think of the flute, regret for it. The eye that saw in your mirror with the light of a hundred eyes and did not know where you were, sit in the mirrors of the fairy house of my eyes when you come to your meeting party , and you see that a door will be opened for you, every door that you open a mirror on this house
