Lyrics of Tasnifeh Sheydaie Mohammad Reza Shajarian In English
It is not too late in all of Moghan, because I am a mania of the cloak, somewhere the wind is pledged, and the office of the heart, which is a clear mirror, has dust, and I ask God to speak clearly, the explanation of this story, but the candle rises in the language, otherwise there is no butterfly, bring the wind ship to the words of the wind, which has made me a friend without a face , every corner of the eye is from the sorrow of the sea heart,
it is not late for Moghan because I am the mania of the cloak, somewhere is the pawn of the wind, and the office of the heart is somewhere. It is a clear mirror, it has dust, and I ask God to speak clearly, the explanation of this story, but the candle is lit in the tongue, otherwise it does not have a butterfly, it gives my liver to the speech of the
saddle of the circle of bloody enamel so that I can solve this problem in Saghar Minaei.
