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Here there's a light lit

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Anywhere there's a lit light, it's because of the fear of being alone
O my fear of loneliness, there's a lit light here
 
Here someone, of the night's feeling, feels the horror
Every day because of his thought of falling, he talks with the mountain
 
Where I became alone, the night is the last direction of prayers
Here in this pole of silence, the nightmare is longer
 
In my eyes, this bright blindside is a moon
I still see this bright blindside as the moon
I keep flickering until, you may one night see me
 
Anywhere there's a lit light, it's because of fear of being alone
O my fear of loneliness, there's a lit light here
 
Here someone of the night's feeling feels the horror
Every day because of his thought of falling, he talks with the mountain
 

Shirin Shirin (a name meaning sweet)

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my Shirin, don't be bitter to your lover
 
this minutes will over, will be lost...
 
our world is not this
 
there is no Farhad* to dig on the mountain anymore
 
one day may come, that we don't even know who we are
 
whose beloved we used to be & whose love we used to be & what we are
my Shirin (sweetie), I have become like Farhad to you
 
my Shirin (sweetie), don't give my life up to the wind
 
don't give my life up to the wind
 
I am not saying 'I am digging a mountain like Farhad'
 
I am not axing mountains
 
your lover will not go to mountains without you
 
when you are not here, he will die inside himself
 

Accident

I asked why you are more away than dream & mirage
dream & mirage
 
you said 'I am with you but you are a mask'
but you are a mask
 
I cried 'where are you? where are you?'
you said 'desire me to find me'
 
I cried 'where are you? where are you?'
you said 'desire me to find me'
 
as you have travelled with love, be a man of traveling
be a man of traveling
be prepared for accident and danger both
be prepared for danger
 
every level of this trip is a thirsty desert
every fountain is a mirage on soil's chest
 
if there is a flower in shadow of every stone,
it's the body of a snake trapping in sleep
 
thorn in every step, every branch is for hanging (head)
every breath hurts, every second is a thousand times
 
as you have travelled with love, be a man of traveling
be a man of traveling
be prepared for accident and danger both
be prepared for danger
 
I said 'thirst will kill me in the heat of desert'
you said 'don't look for water and be all thirst head to feet'
 
I said 'show me if there is any fountain in there'
you said 'as you become the thirstiest, your heart is a sea then'
 
I said ' where is the beginning of this way?'
you said' you are! you! the answer of this secret
 
as you have travelled with love, be a man of traveling
be a man of traveling
be prepared for accident and danger both
be prepared for danger
 

The Moon Night

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at that moon night, you sat by my side
how wonderful you broke a branch of flowers at my foot
 
your gaze started sketching like a pencil
like there was no other good sketcher like you
 
you drew love's fairy more beautiful than the moon
you drew God watching joyfully
 
you had understood how naive I was
you bloomed and said 'you were deeply in love'
 
as I said 'who are you?' you said: desperate for love
as I said 'where is your heart?' you said: find it!
 
you swore to the moon, that you are in love the most
in a crowd of lovers, you are the most honest one
 
right that moment, a cloud hid the face of the moon,
I asked myself 'what if she lied?'
 
a long time has passed since that pure moment
which was the flight of the heart to the moon
 
how needy I've sat in that love's doorway
at every single moon night, I've been broken remembering you
 
are you even aware of this falling apart (me) or not?
are you still passionate for love or not?
 
you had understood how naive I was
you bloomed and said 'you were deeply in love'
 
as I said 'who are you?' you said: desperate for love
as I said 'where is your heart?' you said: find it!
 
you swore to the moon, that you are in love the most
in a crowd of lovers, you are the most honest one
 
right that moment, a cloud hid the face of the moon,
I asked myself 'what if she lied?'
 
if you still have the moon at nights,
I've given that moon as a memento to you
 
if you still have the moon at nights,
I've given that moon as a memento to you
 
I've given that moon as a memento to you
I've given that moon as a memento to you
I've given that moon as a memento to you
 

My Share (Sahm-e Man)

In this barren world of being,
With all breaks on my heart,
With all the bitterness of our story
I feel it's a pity even to complain.
 
My complaint is worth more than this
It's not for someone who is interested in dealing (in love)
Someone who is the color of the world moment by moment
Naively I thought is one of us
 
What was my share of you? except getting hurt
You! that the world became a market for you
I'd seen you as a friend,
But you saw me as a customer
 
My complaint is worth more than this
It's not for someone who is interested in dealing (in love)
 
I should've known you, who had thousands of faces,
You were putting a price on my feeling and my heart,
You couldn't understand that loyalty is not buyable.
The broken porcelain of the heart is not re-attachable.
 
What was my share of you? except getting hurt.
You! that the world became a market for you.
I'd seen you as a friend,
But you saw me as a customer.
 
In this barren world of being,
With all breaks on my heart,
With all the bitterness of our story,
I feel it's a pity even to complain.
 

The smell of Wheat

The smell of wheat is mine
Everything I have is yours
This little piece of land is mine
Everything I do is yours
 
I am of the plagued eastern tribe
You are of the glass clear city in the west
My skin is like the darkness, Your skin is like red velvet
My (bodily) cover is full of blisters, your skin is of tiger skin
 
The smell of wheat is mine
Everything I have is yours
This little piece of land is mine
Everything I do is yours
 
You are thinking of the jungle where the iron scratches the Sky (city)
I am thinking of a small room in which i sleep for you
My body is the dirt , while you are the stem of Wheat
Our bodies are the thirstiest thirsters for a drop of water
 
The smell of wheat is mine
Everything I have is yours
This little piece of land is mine
Everything I do is yours
 
City, Your City
with the people with fine clothes
City, my city of prayers
every minaret is of Gold
Your body is like an axe
My body is of strong roots
But a picture of a beating heart
remains on the trees
 
The smell of wheat is mine
Everything I have is yours
This little piece of land is mine
Everything I do is yours
 
i should not be subservient to the dirt of my body
But you are the traveller and i am the blood of the veins of this place
My body does not like being at your hand
Now everyone that is and everyone who isn't I tell:
 
The smell of wheat is mine
Everything I have is mine
This little piece of land is mine
Everything I do is mine
 

O People of the World

O people of the world,
O people of the world,
I'm complaining, I'm complaining,
I'm complaining about the world and the human being,
O people of the world,
I'm complaining, I'm complaining,
I'm also complaining about god, I'm complaining,
 
You that smeared the honor love,
You that made your mind to kill the affection,
You that defined a price for the heart,
You that didn't retain the honor of heart,
 
My cry is a compaint from a restless soul,
A soul that is frustrated of all, that is wounded by destiny,
My complaint about you isn't about my own story,
To me, it's not about being burnt and lost by you,
 
If there's no love, there's no human being,
If there's no human being, there's no life,
Don't ask me what happened to love,
My answer is but shame.
 

The Breath of Iran

This is the voice of the breath of Iran,
This is the voice of the breath of Iran,
Is it a pleasant joyful sparkling coming from the breeze of the dawn?
Or is it a wine coming from the spring of love on the edge of the chalice of me whose soul is thirsty,
This is the voice of the breath of Iran,
 
♫♫♫♫
 
Is it likely that the breeze of time is once again a turning page?
Or does this thirsty soul garden spread the rose water?
What breeze is this which pours flowers?
It's an autumn that goes with death of the valors,
It's an autumn that goes with death of the valors,
This is the voice of the breath of Iran,
This is the voice of the breath of Iran,
 
♫♫♫♫
 
Harken the gate of the light,
Harken the gate of the light,
With the voice of the morn steps, comes other voices,
This is the voice of the breath of Iran,
This is the voice of the breath of Iran.