And the instrument was with you, the beginning of the fading of the caravan of the pampered cheers
of the moon, the desired solution! Punch me up, sigh dynasty!
Parizadi and I miss you sitting on my instrument, your song
took me in the chaos of my silent city, the fragrance of your hair in my arms
, the Buddha of autumn, get up from the trance of my garden alley, your perfume is full of
my imagination, the burning of my three strings! My smile and tears, Im fine!
You who are both the hatred of the night and the dance of Homa, the harp of the rain comes to your fingertips! Then why didnt I hear anything from your lips except the note of no!?
You who are the fire of Taranji and the spark of the beautiful flower of Parnian, your breath is the flame of ashes, the secret of my burning love, you are the flower of your need, you are the
salt of the eyelashes, immerse yourself in watching me ! Hit or kill your foot,
the tone of my music, the attraction of your legend, your hair in the pond of the night, my boat, your shoulder on the fairy, my temple, your house, and the instrument with you, the
beginning of the fading of the passage of the caravan The Sweet Tooth
of the Moon! Punch me up, sigh dynasty!
Parizadi and I miss you, I sit down to play your song,
you are in the chaos of my silent city, the fragrance of your hair took my arms.
