The smell of Eid, the smell of balls, the smell of colored paper, the pungent smell of smoked fish in the middle of the new table, the smell of jasmine in Grandmas cashmere prayer,
I spend the winter with them, I make my hair tired with them! The joy of breaking the piggy bank of money, the fear of the Eid coin running low from counting too much, the smell of the banknote in the book,
I spend the winter with them, I get tired with them! The thought of spooning a girl in a chador, the enthusiasm of a long leap over the bushes of light, the glitter of shoes in the closets,
I spend the winter with them, I get tired with them!
The love of making a star with a dulk, the fear of leaving the school holidays unfinished, the smell of roses that have dried up in the book,
I spend the winter with them, I get tired with them! What is the smell of the garden, the smell of the pond, the good perfume of Nazari, on Friday night after the lantern in the alley, in the azure stream, I crave a body of water,
I spend the winter with them, I get tired with them!
