I am your cover, I am on your roof
You are my sun, my sun.
The Sorrows of the Night، The Sorrow of the Sunset
O Qibla of the East, I praise you
O trachea of your throat, like the ney of David.
The Verdict of What You Say, I Am Your Dumb
The sparrow in my throat is a description of Cho Mansour
Im your pick, Im your sieve
Im your pick, Im your sieve
He who has seen you will be amazed.
When you went, you were martyred a hundred times.
I will burn and moan, like the fire of Nimrod
Come back to Golestan, on the heat of your servitude
