O all great poems and stories, O infinite, O all possessions and I do not have my credibility, O Wilayat, my crying in you, my laughter in telling you, my desire at the time of the birth of my shirt, at the time of my death , my shroud in front of you, the sea is despised before you, who can be of you but die far from you, who can I love, who can I deserve your soil, I who will die, if I am separated from you one day , worthy of your love. One day, he put his bow in his soul, but still he had little love for Arash with his commune , if you want, I will take courage and breathe from me, I will make an arrow from Saddam, I will take a bow in my hand, even with my severed hand, I will make an arrow from Saddam, if you want me, I will even lose my life.
