I have taken my heart out of you, but I do not know where I will
flee if I flee, and if I stay, where will I stay, I will leave my
heart from you, but I do not know where I will
flee if I flee, and if I stay, where will I stay
...
Neither walking nor staying, how can I say that my dry tree is
not strange, if the axe is greedy, in my bones
in this hell, how will the flower of heaven grow, how can
you smell of me, O spring, from the cloud of Nissan, what can I benefit from that I am my treasure
... I have taken
my heart out of you, but I do not know where I will
flee if I flee, and if I stay, where will I stay, I will leave my
heart from you, but I do not know where I will
flee if I flee, and if I stay, where will I stay
... The voice of truth was suppressed by the silence
of falsehood in the heart of the night in such a way
that it burst its throat in this calamity until the Day of Judgment.
Where do I escape, and if I stay, where do I stay
?
Oh, O distant land, the land of my childhood,
may the cold sun of the sunset be forbidden to me until your sun is the beginning of my belief,
O soil of remembrance, O eternal tablet of days
, O purity, clearer than water and mirror,
I have seen my role everywhere in you
, so that I have eyes on you, do not look at myself
, O golden palace, O azure roof, the history of
the lantern is your memory, which in my dreams under the portico of your homesickness is always on.
It is your imagination that sometimes crying in the morning my clouds shine a ray,
here is always your light, my leader,
O the birthplace of love, the front of the fire of Zoroaster at
night, although he is standing in front of me,
my eyes are towards you from the height of the horoscope,
and behind the foggy peaks of the earth in your morning sky, my star is my star,
O king without sunset, you are the border and the old land of youth, you are the
old nest of Simorgh,
one day, suddenly,
when my eyes fall from the window,
I see the sky Your sun is in front of me
... The
ship of the heart that sits in the flower of the
lamp of the shore does not shine
in this darkness of the dawn
in which the eyes of regret are shown,
but O God,
help me to find a solution
, to open a door for myself, to bring out the sorrow within, to take out the darkness of the
night, so that the skin
sits on my doorstep in the morning
naked with blood..... I have cut
my heart out of you, but I dont know where to
flee if I flee, and if I stay, where to stay, I have
cut my heart from you, but I dont know
where to flee and if I stay, where to stay.
