These days, when the city of love is the emptiest city of God , the dagger of the unpopular is even in the hands of the shadows, when it is easy to buy affection, 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 and the people of the sea from all over the world, a spring left for me, a spring at the price of all my breath, which is what I
owe my whole life to you , you are dearer to me than life again.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 have turned my back on the baseless tradition of this world, I have traveled a long way of my love to lose myself and drown in you , I came here.
