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Don't Break My Heart

Versions: #1
Your hobby is playing with my sad and exhausted heart
You don't recall all the promises I made with you
Despite all your cruelties, see how I stuck to what I said
 
Don't break my heart
I swear my curse will afflict you one day
Don't say you are unawar
Don't say you don't know my heart is full of sorrowful curse
Don't say you are unawar
Do not say you do not know that when you are not, crying is the only work I do day and night
 
Don't drive my heart insane
One day, my curse will afflict you at last
Don't say you are unawar
Don't say you don't know my heart is full of sorrowful curse
Don't say you are unawar
Do not say you do not know that when you are not, crying is the only thing I do
 
Your hobby is playing with my sad and exhausted heart
You don't recall all the promises I made with you
Despite all your cruelties, see how I stuck to what I said
 
Don't break my heart
I swear my curse will afflict you one day
Don't say you are unawar
Don't say you don't know my heart is full of sorrowful curse
Don't say you are unawar
Do not say you do not know that when you are not, crying is the only work I do day and night
 
Don't drive my heart insane
One day, my curse will afflict you at last
Don't say you are unawar
Don't say you don't know my heart is full of sorrowful curse
Don't say you are unawar
Do not say you do not know that when you are not, crying is the only thing I do
 
Don't break my heart
I swear my curse will afflict you one day
Don't say you are unawar
Don't say you don't know my heart is full of sorrowful curse
Don't say you are unawar
Do not say you do not know that when you are not, crying is the only work I do day and night
(x2)
 

Autumn Clouds

My sad autumn clouds
My younger ones than my old face
 
My Eyes, O innocent unawares
Awaiting to the roads
 
Where do your pupils stare at?
Where do your eyelashes make bridge to again?
 
I wish you know that I am still ...
burning of your previous mistake
 
Although no one came to me
My night-worn innocent eyes
 
were not alone even one minute
along with loneliness which is the best friend
which is the best friend
 

two-letter love (you-tu)

Always tired of snowy days
Distressed love, two-letter love (tu - you)
 
I said if you are upset
The corner of my heart is a place for your heart
 
Maybe your heart wanted (me) but your feet did not come with me
Or maybe your heart even do not wanted me
 
Whatever it was, let me tell you
Wherever you are, my heart is with you
 
Your love past from the bridge, the plain is full of Flower of gladiolus
i lost you my two-letter love (you =tu) -tired of snowy day
 
I said still if you are heartbroken
O Come, the corner of my heart is a place for your heart
 
Now that my calendar has very winter
In its cold alleys there is always snow and wind
 
I have to see the spring of your laughter
Let the snowy days end with you
 
Snowy days with you
 
The color of sadness is in my happy poems
A plain full of sad gladiolus
I want you to come and see yourself
My pulse beats with your heart
 
Your love past from the bridge, the plain is full of Flower of gladiolus
i lost you my two-letter love (you =tu) -tired of snowy day
 

Imam Reza

in the middle of the farm
A black crow
longing to go to
lovely holy shrine of Imam Reza
But the crow thinks
that holy shrine ,There is a place for nice birds ( pigeons)
Where should I go?
A crow with a black face
I am who in all the black ones
I am the blackest of all
between that pigeons
how should I jump? ( so embarrassed)
 
I am who in all the black ones
I am the blackest of all
between that pigeons
how should I fly? ( so embarrassed)
 
the crow was thinking in such thinking
the Crow, Lover Lover
some part of the crow's heart said go go
another part of the craw's heart told stay, stay
suddenly one voice said to the crow:
Do not be afraid and go
Do not think in black
You are a pilgrim, go (come)
 
I am who in all the black ones
I am the blackest of all
between that pigeons
how should I jump? ( so embarrassed)
 
I am who in all the black ones
I am the blackest of all
between that pigeons
how should I jump? ( so embarrassed)
 
I am who in all the black ones
I am the blackest of all
between that pigeons
how should I jump? ( so embarrassed)
 
I am who in all the black ones
I am the blackest of all
between that pigeons
how should I fly? ( so embarrassed)
 

Full of the Moon

You're so confused
My heart is full of the moon
 
Come again, make me impatient again
Put me to sleep in the color of your eyes
 
Don't tell the last story of my death
Your eyes are on me
 
Don't say I'm fed up with the bitterness of the world
Don't say I'm going, don't say I'm going
 
O flower of my spring, my plain of tulips
I am heartbroken, I am a tombstone
 
My pain is constant, my day is miserable
Countless wounds, the poison of my time
 
I laughed and made fun of you again
I lost heart in your words again
 
You're so confused
I came to your guest's heart
 
I beat my heart out
I laughed at the shape of your laughter
 
Your eyes are better than a hundred lyric poems
Your laughter was full of buds
 
O flower of my spring, my plain of tulips
I am heartbroken, I am a tombstone
 
I'm in pain, I'm in a bad day
Countless wounds, the poison of my time
 

The Dream

She smiled and took my hands, but in a dream
It's wasn't even tomorrow, I woke up, awake and wasted
 
Her photo on the table came out of the frame again and
took my hands and we went inside the frame together again
 
I feared that If I woke up, my dream would go away,
I thought 'I'm worried I won't fall asleep on the table'.
 
Alone on the bed, alone in the dream, with her in the frame
When she closed her eyes, the frame fell off the table and broke
 
Now I need someone to interpret this dream of mine
so that my sleepless hours change
 
It was raining, so I shouted 'I'm behind the door'
The yawn of the wind quietly passed behind me
 
Before the door opened, I woke up, it was raining
I thought 'maybe it's tomorrow and I'm unaware of it'
 
It was raining, so I shouted 'I'm behind the door'
you woke up and said 'I'm worried I won't fall asleep'
 
The flood came into the room from the frame, the door was open
we drowned because the room was much of a sea
 
Now I need someone to interpret this dream of mine
so that my sleepless hours change
 

Gentle ruler

What a cedar, what a moon, what a ruby and red coral
What a body, what an intellect, what a love, what an existence
 
How like the kindness of spring you are, what a master of hunt you are
What have you to do with that dalliance? What are you repeating to yourself under your breath?
 
What a sweet treat you are, what a gentle ruler you are
What a high moon you are, around whom the whole sky orbits
 
You are perfect and I am incomplete, you are pure and I am your devotee
You are the music and I am the dancer, I am the nethermost you are the uppermost
 
What a sweet treat you are, what a gentle ruler you are
What a high moon you are, around whom the whole sky orbits
 
If you insult any being's existence, you set it into motion
Such as from your love hundreds of disturbances arise
 
Lift up my spirits, and my aching and distressed heart
Turn the jail cell into a garden, for these imprisoned souls
 
What a sweet treat you are, what a gentle ruler you are
What a high moon you are, around whom the whole sky orbits
 

Seducer

1She took my heart and my faith
My heart and my faith is what she took away from me
Heathens would not go so far
So far, is where heathens wouldn't go to
 
She has two faces like the moon
Like the moon, she has two faces
The moon has been rid of its amber
Amber, is what the moon has been rid of
 
Her eyes steal hearts away
Hearts are stolen away by her eyes
People do not believe this
This is what people don't believe
 
She's become powerless and perplexed
She's become perplexed and powerless
Idol2 makers are dazed by her looks3
Her looks daze idol makers
 
My seducer is a sweet idol
You, my seducer, are a sweet idol
Fire has struck my heart
My heart has been struck by fire
 
I have fallen in love with her
She is who I've fallen in love with
She completely stole my heart
My heart has been completely stolen by her
 
My seducer is a sweet idol
You, my seducer, are a sweet idol
Fire has struck my heart
My heart has been struck by fire
 
I have fallen in love with her
She is who I've fallen in love with
She completely stole my heart
My heart has been completely stolen by her
 
I constantly long for her sight
Her sight is what I constantly long for
The justice doesn't give me justice4
Justice is what the justice won't give me
 
So drunk on the idol's beauty
So many beautiful idols drunk
Drink with me in glee
In glee, come drink with me
 
Stop acting as if I owe you a favor
I don't owe you a favor, stop acting as if I do
Put the goblet in my hand
In my hand, is where I want you to place the goblet
 
My beloved has embarked on a journey
On a journey, is where my beloved is
What shall I do here, alone
Alone here, what shall I do?
 
My seducer is a sweet idol
You, my seducer, are a sweet idol
Fire has struck my heart
My heart has been struck by fire
 
I have fallen in love with her
She is who I've fallen in love with
She completely stole my heart
My heart has been completely stolen by her
 
My seducer is a sweet idol
You, my seducer, are a sweet idol
Fire has struck my heart
My heart has been struck by fire
 
I have fallen in love with her
She is who I've fallen in love with
She completely stole my heart
My heart has been completely stolen by her
 

• 1. I chose 'seducer' for the title, however, the farsi title has less of a sexual, and more of a romantic connotation compared to the English word 'seducer/ seductress'
• 2. Idol is an idiom for someone who has looks worth worshipping.
• 3. A closer translation would have been 'Idol makers end up motionless like idols due to her beauty', but that doesn't quite roll off the tongue does it?
• 4. Here, what is meant is that 'the judge will not give me justice' which might have been easier to understand but I chose the word 'justice' instead of 'judge' to more closely resemble the source text.

Infatuation

Come come, I've become despondent from missing you
Come out come out, I'm perishing from solitude
 
How come how come, you've come out asking for me1
See see, how impatient I am due to infatuation
 
Give give, what you have brought me as a gift
Sit sit, so that you may rest a while
 
Come come, I've become despondent from missing you
Come out come out, I'm perishing from solitude
 
How come how come, you've come out asking for me
See see, how impatient I am due to infatuation
 
Don't go don't go, why are you leaving so early?
pray tell pray tell, why do you arrive so late?
 
Breath by breath, I've wailed and whimpered about missing you
Day by day, I've become despondent without sight of your face
 
How come how come, you've come out asking for me
See see, how impatient I am due to infatuation
 
Give give, what you have brought me as a gift
Sit sit, so that you may rest a while
 
Don't seek don't seek, after keeping to this vow, for a method of betrayal
don't do this don't do this, or we will go down in infamy
 
go go, how, in trickery, you deviate from honesty while walking
come back come back, how you don't walk, rather strut with grace
 
Don't go don't go, why are you leaving so early?
pray tell pray tell, why do you arrive so late?
 
Breath by breath, I've wailed and whimpered about missing you
Day by day, I've become despondent without sight of your face
 

• 1. This could also be translated as 'How come how come, you've come out per my request.'

On the Verge of Old Age

On the verge of old age
complaining about the night of the world
is bad, (you) reasonable man
To respect Diazepam,
try to sleep
without sorrow or a kiss
 
You, like a house slave,
become a burden to the day
No one told you not to
burn from your core
You were not the sun
to shine unsparingly
 
What horses raised
inside you
Whinnying, the life of your throat
gradually dragged toward the end
Who attached you to the cart
that you are receiving daily payments in agony?
 
Kicking a lion
whose patience was his roar
(and) broke the cheetah
who was tame and behaved like a mirror
And high above a mouth
an eagle fell down
 
You stayed brave and mixed
bread and blood to survive
You did not run in vain
and after all this running,
what is left for the folks
other than a stable and a leash?
 
You're identified in the world but
you don't have an identification card
You're continuously sorrowful but
you, yourself, will not continue
An arrogance of no offspring
Constructing a building of destruction
 
You were not a chosen one
Admit it that you weren't
Admit it that you are a prophet
without any miracles
You have a raised issue
but you are without a book
 
(You are) a hatch that beat and
shined the light of a patio
on our small world
Come, come back to life, oh moon
so that every night, like a eulogy,
you will shine on this hatch
 
May a thousand fish
be sacrificed for the blueness of the sea
May a thousand sheets of painkillers
be sacrificed for this young sorrow
May a thousand swoop of cranes
be sacrificed for the blue vastness
 
Complaining about the small night
and nagging like a child
is enough, blessed grief
May your night be long, and so be your sorrow
Have a good sorrow, and a (good) night too
It's the night, (you) reasonable man
 

You Are in the Distance of the Rain

You are in the distance of the rain
and sorrow is a carriage of tear
and the tear is a short neigh
You and I must feed in the stable of death
(so) get down from this carriage
(as) you (should) also neigh sometimes
 
Gallop, oh stud of oxygen
and find a trail or something
toward the window
The air of confinement is breathtaking
Galloping, unlock me
Gallop, you who are full of paths
 
I'm the one who is a sad stork
on your chimney
I'm a fish in the long
sea of your highlighted hair
I'm the one who is a bait on the hook
Capture me, oh fish
 
I'm the prey, capture me
then kiss me and swing me
then swing me and kiss me
and then do what, what to me
'what' is whatever you want
(Do) want what you want
 
Hey, you with your nose up
Get down from this carriage
And stick to me right now
Kiss me right now
as living is only a couple of blows
and life (nothing but) a short cough
 

We're Big and Stupid

We're big and stupid
We drink like cows
the mirage of a pasture
It's a drought and we know
that the tears will drown
the hippopotamuses
 
We're large and sad
We're both black and pessimistic
We don't rain a drop
for prosperity
And we don't respect
the destruction
 
When the night falls, we're asleep
and we're asleep in the morning and at noon
and (we're asleep) in the afternoon until night
and from night to night again
(While asleep), we dream of
a sunny day
 
Good...we're good and happy
We're rigid, tough, and stubborn
At the peak of loneliness
like loose women
we know it quite well
how to find friends
 
We're cows, horses, human beings
We're the keepers of true knowledge1
We're supporters of women
We're slaves to (our) bodies
We guard, guard
the love in the bed
 
Conquered science
Complex system
Ignorant scholars
Will we, robots,
understand one day
the acquired knowledge?
 
We're poor in eating
We're stingy in dying
Will we, being among the tightfisted
and the flatterers,
leave this habit of
behaving like beggars?
 
We had the wedding attire on
We drank like cows
We strove like horses
We boiled like tears
And the tears then drowned
the hippopotamuses
 
Good...we're good and happy
We're rigid, tough, and stubborn
At the peak of lonliness
like loose women
we know it quite well
how to find friends
 
We're cows, horses, human beings
We're the keepers of true knowledge1
We're supporters of women
We're slaves to (our) bodies
We guard, guard
the love in the bed
 
- We're essentially masterful
We're masters of puns
We're scholars in knowledge
We're scholars in reading
But we esteem
sewer poetry
 

• عرفان irfan

The Corrupt World of People

Throw away the corrupt world of people
and while being away (from it)
get used to the aroma of your own essence
Lay in ambush for your world
and then turn your hunters
into gazelles with the arrow of miracle
 
Winters are long
and snow is not a good prescription
for the coughing of (flower) vases
There is no flower left, be a flower yourself
Plant yourself and bloom
Pick yourself and smell yourself
 
My heart is a Daf1, oh canebrakes
The illegible Sufi look
The troubled world of Molana2
The troubled mouth of Molana
You are my Khanqah3
Whirl and say Ya Haqq4 and Ya Hoo5 with me
 
It's night (time), turn beautiful on your own
and bear (patiently) a few months
then give birth to me
Shine on my night, oh sea
and under your feathers,
turn my ugly duckling into a swan
 
No one hears us
If you intend to speak
and feel the pain to talk
If you are your own mouth
If you are your own tongue
turn to your own ears
 
Two cut-from-shoulder (ones)
Two shy (ones), two crazy (ones)
I'm two hands who want
to embrace you, oh forest
Give some support, attention, something
to these two shy (plant) stems
 
I'm copper that (is why) I'm scattered
I'm inflicted with pain and misery
You're impartial that (is why) you are gold
With the magic of your justness
turn yourself into yourself
but turn me into a (weighing) scale
 
Kiss yourself since your lips
still taste of honey
Seek yourself since your embrace
still desires a hug
Plant yourself and bloom
Pick yourself and smell yourself
 

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• 4.
• 5. A dhikr by dervishes calling to God

Please Tell the First Knuckle of Your Thumb

Please tell the first knuckle of your thumb
to have a little bit more patience
Out of stinginess, my doorbell will have a stroke
if your hand leans a bit toward the door
 
You knock on the door to enter my lonliness
but it is not unlikely that when you leave
the door itself abandons its home and, like me,
becomes a wanderer searching for your knocking
 
It's been years that this unfortunate turtle hatchling
hatches and runs toward you
but it is destined that at the final step,
that is on the verge of the sea, it flip over
 
I tossed and turned for 9 months and I persevered
to become, in that womb, a piece of clothing so that you would wear me
or cup of wine so that you would drink me
Any sperm that does not like to become a boy!
 
Any sperm that does not like to become a bump
I said (to myself), 'I would become a bump, a bump inside you
and I would swell more and more, and with my growth
your madness would also grow'
 
But I became a boy to desire you
I become constantly restless to desire you
 
But I became a boy to desire you
I become constantly restless to desire you
 
- But I became a boy to desire you
I become constantly restless to desire you
to constantly desire you so that the desire
would die away being embarrassed by its inability
 
Your hand is blessed that slaps (in the) ears
Your hand is blessed that bring (one) back to consciousness
Oh, Jesus of blessed hands! Hit me
so that a dead (one) is given the honor of coming back to life
 
But I became a boy to desire you
I become constantly restless to desire you
 
But I became a boy to desire you
I become constantly restless to desire you
 

Cut in the Name of Your God

- What wisdom is there in this kind of death
in this most romantic death
and (in) taking the brain to the space
and (in) taking the tears to the bathroom
What wisdom is there that at the outset
my eyes are fixed on the final (end)
 
Cut in the name of your God
since the gentleness of Ebrahim's dagger
is due to the sharpness of (religious) instructions
Do not forget your perpetrators
(as) you are an obligatory decree
and love is an execution (firing) squad
 
Burn me in the hands of (a) sigh
since my burning is (only) smoke
Wrap me in the shroud in coughs
as my body is smoke all over
and my mouth 1 in filled with smoke
Your sorrow is the thickest puff (of smoke)
Oh...
 
And my mouth in filled with smoke
Your sorrow is the thickest puff (of smoke)
Oh...
 
- My eyes are fixed on the final (end)
 
The syringes, all red
and the colors, all red
Sama2 of Molavis3, red
the world, end to end, red
as a mark of your ruddy rouge
still remains on the edge of this cup
 
Tell me (you) unique star
in the solitude of the observatory
what urn broke that day
that after the passage of 900 years
still its hands4 remain wrapped
around the neck of Khayyam?
Oh...
 
Still its hands remain wrapped
around the neck of Khayyam?
Oh...
 
See how captivated I am
Kill me such that after death
I die a thousand times
your machinations, do you see?
I am the pure vein of the emir [ruler]
who is preparing to bathe
 
What wisdom is there in this kind of death
in this most romantic death
and (in) taking the brain to the space
and (in) taking the tears to the bathroom
What wisdom is there that at the outset
my eyes are fixed on the final (end)
 
What wisdom is there that at the outset
my eyes are fixed on the final (end)
 
- my eyes are fixed on the final (end)
 

• 1. The text uses the word نخ به نخ which is intentionally ambiguous. نخ could be read as a 'thread' or as a unit for 'cigarettes'. نخ به نخ in the earlier sense, means unraveling of the threads and in the latter, refers to chain smoking. Obviously, difficult to translate!
• 2. Whirling dance:
  
• 3. Disciplies of Molavi:
  
• 4. the hands could refer to the handle of the urn as well

Désirée

I raised my hand
In the captives’ banquet
So that you can keep your head up
Until the end of the world
 
I raised my hand
To find a way to your heart
So that you can see with how much love
I accept this defeat
 
You: a storm
Me: an island
Me: Napoleon
You: Désirée
 
Except for you,
Who can take away
the entire world from me?
 
The point of my absolute surrender,
was the point of my peace
I mesmerized your name,
this was my whole revolt
 
When I am in your atmosphere,
I own the entire earth
I have given up all my world
to sit under your umbrella
 
The excitement
of being surrendered by you
was in my body, every moment
 
The best image of my life
was the picture of me
kneeling in front of you
 
Désirée by Hussein Safa
 

With the Sawdust

Along with the sawdust
I spit out the taste of being awake
With my coughs every night,
I feel the pain of being a carpenter, while asleep
 
I’m so sad for being a ladder
I’m so sad for being the sky
(Instead,)
I should practice being avwall
 
Like the fishes, I die in oil
The dirty sea
is slowly lessening my abundance
 
When I don’t die
I'm a troublemaker
And a limiting factor of life
But anyway,
One must tolerate
Being an overload
 
From my chest, the Bams (1)
With a mountain of sadness
Shook constantly
 
So I buried the livelihood
with myself,
along with all the humans
 
Once upon a time,
If a crow swallowed a fox
there’s no reason to be afraid
Alas!
If one day,
the soap learns how to be an impostor (2)
 
[Many things] have leaked out
Out of my grave: Bahram (3)
From my jar: Khayyam (4)
From my drunk behavior,
Hafez (5) is learning
how to be wide-awake!
 
When I don’t die
I'm a troublemaker
And a limiting factor of life
But anyway,
One must tolerate
Being an overload
 
1. Bam: A small city in the Kerman province of southeastern Iran that was destroyed by an earthquake in 2003, with the death toll amounting to at least 26,271 people and injuring up to 30,000.
2. The Fox and the Crow: A famous story in which the fox tricks the crow and takes away his soap by giving him false compliments.
3. Bahram: Bahram V, also known as Bahram-e-Goor (Goor in Persian is used to refer to graves and zebras), was the fifteenth king of the Sasanian Empire who hunted zebras his entire life and finally was placed in a grave after a hunting accident.
4. Khayyam: A famous Persian poet and scientist, known for his poetic references to wine jars.
5. Hafez: A famous Persian poet known for having a broad life perspective and being wide-awake.
 

Boat-less Oar

Versions: #2
My eyes are two arrogant soldiers
that have been away from their loved one for a long time
Two soldiers that two lonely women
are washing clothes in their worries
 
My hands are two handle-less knives
Two big hand-tied locks
Two oars, two boat-less oars
Two ships with ten tired anchors
 
My throat is the most unfrequented dead-end alley
My head is the most intractable fountain of the square
A cup of coffee in the most woeful café
A passenger in the stray streets
 
I closed my eyes and opened them and saw
that someone has made a sky out of my closed wings
Someone has become an incubus, pressing my chest
Someone has made a ladder out of my bones
 
My head: a bunch of shabby books
A hot air balloon with a torn rope
A person who is sentenced to death
Who has no hope for life
But life still attracts him
 
It was not that life was more than I deserved
Neither it was written on my forehead to be little
Either way, I was not mugging
I just wanted to be like myself
 
I ruined my throat from singing
but these people said
That I'm mental, and not a lover
Nobody believed that this shape-less man
agrees with nothing but love
 
Boat-less Oar by Hussein Safa
 

Joseph

Versions: #2
There was regret
and nothing but regret was shining in the night
Each spring that dried up,
turned into tears and dropped down our eyes
 
I'm upset with fate,
I wish there was an end to suffering
If Joseph truly had brothers,
he wouldn't have ended up in a well
 
The heart was boiling like a fountain,
When God broke people’s urns everyday
And made hearts with the shattered pieces
 
With the pieces of my heart
He made urns, continuously
Alack!
Every night,
he turned blood and soil into mud for me
 
Sow and reap
Reap and donate
God's earth belongs to everybody
Behold and be brave
Be brave and be outspoken
God eternally belongs to everyone
 
As far as my eyes could see
and as much as I could trust,
My eyes lost trust in all they witnessed
 
I was a pain-inducing potion,
made from a blend of headache and trouble
With each new medicine, my pain grew deeper
 
I am more seared [from the sun] than before,
where are you Moon?
In which spring can I find your reflection?
... Here, all I can see is a tight and dark corridor
Here, no matter where I look, I can't find the path to a shelter
... my grand spirit, do you now realize how small the world is?
 
Sow and reap
Reap and donate
God's earth belongs to everybody
 
Sow and reap
Reap and donate
God's earth belongs to everybody
Behold and be brave
Be brave and be outspoken
God eternally belongs to everyone
 
Joseph by Hussein Safa
 

جمعه

روزها قاتلمن غیر از جمعه که خون ریز تره یه زمستون سردم بگو برمیگردم
 
شب ها بیدارم همه شب هایی که بی تو مردم همه زخمایی که همه عمرم از فراغت خوردم
 

Don't Break My Heart

your hobby is playing with my sad and exhausted heart
you don't remember all of those promises i made to you
despite all this cruelty, look how i kept my promises and vows
don't break my heart
swear to God someday my curse will cast upon you
don't you say you don't know
don't you say you don't know my heart is full of a burning curse
don't you say you don't know
don't you say you don't know all this lover does is crying day and night
don't make my heart crazy
someday my curse will cast upon you
don't you say you don't know
don't you say you don't know my heart is full of a burning curse
don't you say you don't know
don't you say you don't know all this lover does is crying day and night
 

I'm feeling under the weather again

It's been two days that the world has become more of the cage that it used to be
Give me some breath (of life), I'm feeling under the weather again
Have my back, they say you're a man of faith
And your breath of life works better than (my own) breath
 
There's always something wrong with my life
Oh, my heart bleeds for my life
There's always something wrong with my life
Oh, my heart bleeds for my life
 
I've already forgotten
what my cure is, what my pain is
I don't care (anymore)
who is not here and who is here with me
 
There's always something wrong with my life
I need a new death instead of my life
Don't let me die of this biting poison
I want to once come out of this game as a winner
 
There's always something wrong with my life
Oh, my heart bleeds for my life
There's always something wrong with my life
Oh, my heart bleeds for my life
 

Cheerfulness

swearing to God I always ask God
Our separation time never happen
so we will be together
but this alley had no end
don't take my dreams
I wanna be with with you , just you
My love, don't underrate my love
don't underrate my love
This much cheerfulness will end someday
if the alley had no end our life have
Be with me forever
All of my life
don't take my life
Don't speak about leaving
 

Ba Man Bemoon - با من بمون (Stay with me)

You opened your eyes, and my life changed (upside down)
You closed your eyes and again my darkness started
Your hair is the galaxy and your eyes are it is stars
The Solar system are your Earrings
 
Who between the kinds is kind like you,
نامهربونی با تو بد نیست بد شگونه
 
Stay with me...
Stay with me...
Stay with me...
Stay with me...
 
It was night, i had my eyes closed
The sun rose, i was sitting beside you
I opened my eyes, i saw no sign of you
I saw that except you in my life there is no dearer
 
Stay with me...
Stay with me...
Stay with me...
Stay with me...