From the window to the window traveling to the garden from my childhood streets to my house I see my childs cradle in the mirrors still standing with the patch of shapraka Lady and the affection of my Gods wishes Tomorrow I breathe in my comrade
Your scent of your breath to breathe me I will be hugged in your trenches. My sense of being my cadge in your wounds The flowers are flowing to you Silver Lantern Lantern from your air Lady Lady and Atefeh, God forbid I I worry about the day after my comrade You
