My friend, his black eyes have shot three arrows at my soul, the bandit of my heart, he has set up his love tent on my soul, his sword has left the horse of the gun on his shoulders, he is a new member of my tribe and he is not afraid of anyone if he says that he loves me, I will bring a hundred deer and put them under his feet and make sacrifices. I pick the flowers of Dasht-e-Gol, Kahrang, and Mangasht (Bakhtiari lands) and put flowers under his feet instead of stones ! When he said that he was coming to not leave me again, I dont want to die and not see that day!? Oh God, bring my friend to my side immediately so that I can put my eyes under his feet with his heart and soul, if he comes, I will not let him leave me this time, and he will be the moon of my nights and I will be a star next to him........
