I sing to your air, Pariche, how empty your place is Parichehr, I miss your air, oh Parichehr , I miss you moment
by moment, you are my swing and fever, moment by moment, my eyes are my city, which is the city of stories, for every night, moment by moment,
you from a thousand and one nights, Parichehr is nothing, except for you, life is nothing , Parichehr is a world, everything is nothing, oh Parichehr, the world is nothing, I
saw a sonnet from your gaze at night and my knowledge And I made romance in every verse of the sonnet, the story of your eyes , my heart rhymed, the rhyme of the end
of the night, your eyes are the most precious to the ring of my life, the jewel of my whole world, only this very easternmost night of the earth,
in the potion of flowers and velvet of light , the fairy tales, all the stories die without you , that you are bored with the stone of patience.
