I have a naïve heart, and his words have passed all the
legends, and his longing is the
longing for all the bonds that he has made with my soul, the lust of all
those heart-wrecking oaths,
that I have come
to be with you, I have
become clear and mystical so that
I can breathe the candles of your dark nights,
look at your eyes dumbly, tell a hidden story
, you dont know what he is singing, you
dont see his songs, you dont see what I see in my ears. You
dont want to tell me your secret with his serenity, I am the
one who does not have the passion to read,
what can I say, the one who understands who I am
saddle, so one sip is enough to silence my grief, the
wine of love, one sip is enough,
O God, my heart is a prison, the love of
my sorrow, the hidden treasure of love, my
sorrow, the hidden treasure of love,
do not hide with me, tell me not to hide the unspeakable,
sit down, see, I am also in the heart of legends, they
do not understand your language. But God knows that
I am your poetry until the dawn of the butterflies,
because you say what you want, say what you want, O flame of life,
tell me not to set fire to my soul, do not play with me, otherwise
I am drunk, he did not grieve, he drowned
my heart in mourning and fled,
my enchanting butler
enchanted me one night and fled,
O God,
the night of Hijroon, why does it not have a foot, it
does not have a scorched head, it does not have a sturdy
head, it does not have a sturdy head, it does not have a sturdy head, it does not have a sturdy head, it does not have a sparkling flower,
do not be sad. If he buys you, the lover
thinks of the hypocrisy
of the universe, of his loyalty, learn
what he did in the days of madness,
see that you are nothing but this breath,
come and find out this unfamiliar, do not think of
yesterday and today, throw
away the sorrow of love and error, there
is still no wish
in my lips except for his name, there is no story of
love and patience except the legend of
stone and cebu,
O God, the night of
Hijroon. Why doesnt he have a base, he
doesnt have a steamy head, he doesnt have a steamy
flower, he doesnt have a steamy flower,
lovers, dont remember my name,
dont cry so much, dont scream, the
sweet dream will take your grief away from your heart,
dont remember the legend of Farhad.
