Joe Nasim Sabazcheh, O heart everywhere, do not wander everywhere, O my heart, do not find this path that does not have the end, do not follow the legend of Marv Zakhyali, laugh now, do not be afraid of the air of the roaring of the woman , every day of my crazy heart, I am in Fakhani every night, like the ney of my whole life, the end of my life has been persecuted, how long will you take it from my hand, how long have you given it to the lust of my whole life, at the end of the day, you are the same stain on the heart of your bloody tulip The same tears in the heart of every lover
