I remember that in the old days, our city was the city of love, in the heart of my people, it was both pure and loyal, it was unfaithful in this city, this and that,
but now love and loyalty were filled with sorrow, our hearts were filled with sorrow , now in our city, every flower has become full, every heart has become scandalous
, I dont know where it went, all that love and existence can no longer be found, neither Qalandar nor drunkenness,
but now love and loyalty are full. Our hearts were filled with sorrow , and now in our city, every flower has become full, every heart has become disgraced.
