Hafez, come again, destroy the old sonnet, my poem, the hadith of your repetition, come and make another plan, lets take a sip from the fountain of the ghazal again, let go of the old sorrow, put on a new determination and clothes, make a dagger from the ink and pen to the blood of the heart, make a dagger to a hundred armies of victorious sonnets to shake the heart of sorrow,
La La
But there is no place for me to stay, people say so much cold love poem, I am the slave of my name, to come forever without any signs, to drink again from the fountain of ghazal, to take a sip of old sorrow, to put on a new garment, to make a dagger out of ink and pen, to make a hundred armies of victorious sonnets, to make the heart of sorrow,
La La, Lala, Lala, La, Lafez, help me, who is still alive. In the sigh of my soil, I will reach under your feet with you until I am on my way, I am a river, I am sitting on a dam, my body is clean and tired, I am broken in the hands of these rocks , I would have abandoned a poem, a lofty poem , if I had not been lost, come to the city of singing to drink again from the fountain of ghazal, to take a sip of old sorrow, to put on a new determination and clothes, to make a dagger from ink and pen to a hundred. The army of victorious sonnets to shake the heart of sorrow
