Empty city, empty road, empty alley, empty
cup, empty cup, empty table, saghar and empty
cup, city of mourning, mourning road, mourning alley, mourning house, crying
, a place of joy, happiness, every house of mourning,
woe to the world that the lover is afraid of the lover, the
thirsty buds are afraid of the flower, the
lover is afraid of the fame of the meeting, the
claws of the khanyagars are afraid of the tar,
the princess is afraid of the smooth road,
this doctor is afraid of seeing the patient, the instruments
The poets were defeated and the pain of the poets exceeded the limits,
the years of waiting passed badly on you and me, the
acquaintance became unfamiliar until I said yes, I
cried, I cried, I knocked on every door, I
struck the stone of the ruined hut on my head, the
water did not move from the water, the sleeping did not move in a dream,
they migrated in groups of acquaintances of Andaliban, the
empty garden, the empty garden, the empty tulip branch
, woe to the people who also make honor with the enemy, in
the service What does the oppressor lose, the
singers tuned their instruments, what is the cruelty of
Robins hand on us, what is the
execution of children in the city and every woman he
is proud of, the
springs dried up and the sea breathed away thirst, the
sky underestimated our legend,
the cups are not boiling, love has no hugs,
no one has an ear on me and my moans, the
city of mourning is the road of mourning, the alley of mourning is the home of mourning. The mourning of
the cries became the place of joy, the joy of every house
of mourning, Friday of mourning, Saturday, mourning, seven days of the week, mourning, the mourning tuned, the mourning tuned again, until the
caravan has gone
,
it comes Lets put it in Sagar
