Take a breath, O courier of the dawn, pass over your head, as if you had told me
not to speak of your love, I cant, I cant, I cant, Im drowning in sin, youre the excuse for my sin day and night, youre like a fish, what will happen if you save me from the blackness of the wind like a boil, in my boiling and roaring, I dont sell my hair to the two worlds , you I dont look at the moon and Parvin like a fish all night, unless your face comes to me, what should I say, what should I say, to tell you this secret of my sorrow, it is enough that there was no one to blow me on.
