Dawn Bird Moan... Refresh my grief, you sparkler, the burden of this cage... Break the feather nightingale tied up in the corner of the cage ... The song of the freedom of mankind is the soul of the soul of this land of the masses.... Fill in the sparks, oppression, tyranny, fisherman, give me a nest in the wind, O God, O heaven, O nature... Dawn our dark supper, the new spring is the flower... The cloud of my eyes is full of clouds, this cage, because my heart is narrow and blurry, the flame in the cage, oh fiery sigh... The hand of nature, the flower of Omar, dont cut me to the side of love, keep the flower fresh, make more of this, make it more, make the bird of Bidel, the description of Hijran, brief, shorten
