Lyrics of Namandegan o Raftegan Mohammad Esfahani In English
The undead and the departed run to you from the two shores of time ! O you, what should I do in the midst of the sigh that beats out of my head and chest, the wave of my blood that draws from inside your hand, the bow before your existence from nothingness, the living and the dead, what sorrow from your breath from moment to breath, we hear the smell of my soul in front of you, crying out that I have come to see you, it does not cry . . . O flower of the garden, from behind the curtains, the smell of you draws me to the garden at dawn, whatever I look around myself in this lawn, the mirror of my conscience, no one shows it except you.
