These days, when the city of love is the emptiest city of God , the dagger of unpeople is even in the hands of the shadows , when affection can be easily bought, the meaning of the word love is more empty than the wind,
but I, who am the last lover of my world, have a fish left in the soil of the people of the sea , from all over the world, a spring left for me, a spring at the price of all my breaths,
which is why I owe my whole life to you , you are dearer than life again. For me , I dont need to wear a Qalandar, its just a garment, but my hands are involved in your shrine, I am tired
and wounded in the hands of bad people, I put my back on my feet in the baseless tradition of this world , I traveled the distance of my love to get lost from myself and drown in you , I came here.
