Hafez, come again, destroy the old sonnet, my poem, the hadith, repeat you, come and put another plan, lets drink again from the fountain of the sonnet, lets all take off the old one, put on a new garment again, make a dagger from the ink and pen to the blood of the heart, make a dagger to a hundred armies of victorious sonnets to shake the heart of sorrow,
La La, my breath is still warm, I am still full of love, but I dont have time to read But it is not my place to stay, people from saying so many cold love poems, I am the slave of my name to come forever without a sign, so that we can drink a sip of the fountain of ghazal again, all of us take off the old clothes, put on a new garment again, make a dagger out of ink and pen to make a hundred armies of victorious sonnets to make the heart of sorrow,
La La La Hafez, help me who has a tail left of In the sigh of my soil, I will reach under your feet with you until I am on my way, I am a river, I am sitting on a dam, my body is clean and tired, my body is broken in the hands of these rocks , I would have left a poem, an ambitious poem , if I had not been lost, come to the city of singing to drink a sip from the fountain of ghazal again, let us all take off the old clothes, put on a new garment again, make a dagger out of ink and pen for a hundred. The army of victorious sonnets to shake the heart of sorrow
