O Nazanin, O Nazanin, look at us in the mirror,
from the shame of these hundred faces in the mirror, from China,
from the storm of the accident, you said that we have survived
, but what a long time we have died in ourselves,
O Nazanin, O Nazanin, look at us in the mirror
, from the shame of these hundred faces in the mirror, China
has not had a home with us here except pain and lies, in
my exile like me, never There was no one alone, love
, consciousness and belief in the commodity of the market, the sluggishness
of the merchants in the form of a friend, shame on the uncomrades, the
migration was a mirage, and enough of a dream that had no interpretation,
whoever was once a lover left me alone here, he
left me alone here,
O dear one, look at us in the mirror,
from the shame of these hundred faces in the mirror, I have
cried with you, in mourning for my companions
, those who have remained in love. They are at home, on their covenant,
like me, in their captivity, my Layla, die with me,
only thanks to our death, this story remains, it
was a mirage, and it was a dream that had no interpretation,
whoever was once a lover left me here alone, he
left me alone here,
oh sweetheart, look at us in the mirror from the
shame of these hundred faces in the mirror, a Chinese
like me in yourself. My captive Layla, die with me,
this story will remain only thanks to our death, O dear one, look
at us in the mirror
from the shame of these hundred faces in the mirror of China.
