Lyrics of Sabzeye Norooz Mohammad Esfahani In English

I have come to health, I came to health.
What I have brought to me I have nothing to do
I have come to health, to health,
The sore throat is a self -sacrifice
The Qiblah is a favorable guy
Nowruz Branch
How much a distressed luck in this vegetable
A wavy wave left outside the sea
Returns a lonely lonely
Johnnyless my sleepless eyes I am sleeping. Your flock is a flock of your grocery
Your hug is Gods fullness of the buddy of the crying
This is your prayer while praying
Your herd is your flock.