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az to ke harf mizanam
be yaad e to harchi migam
taraaneh misheh

baagh e bi-bargi e maa gol mikoneh
daryaayee az javaaneh misheh

hameye darichehaa ru be sepideh
sh'er e aaftaabi mikhunan

bi haraas e gazmehaaye shahr e jaadu
shabo mahtaabi mikhunan

ey hame budanam az to
hameye goftanam az to
vaghti harf mizanam az to
joon migireh tanam az to
joon migireh tanam az to

to ke eshgh e laa-yaazaali
jarieh ab e zolaali
afarinandeh ye momken
az nahaayat mahaali
az nahaayat mahaali

az to ke harf mizanam
be yaad e to harchi migam
taraaneh misheh

baagh e bi-bargi e maa gol mikoneh
daryaayee az javaaneh misheh

kalamaat e gom shodeh tuye ketaabaa
dobaareh ma'naa migiran
mojaaye gharib o dur az ham o tanha
lahjeye daryaa migiran

to begoo ta ke bejusham
rooh e khod raa naforousham

aabi e ayenehaa raa
az to laa-jor'eh benusham
az to laa-jor'eh benusham

ey hamisheh ruberuiam
to begoo ta ke begooyam

beshkan az mo'jezeye eshgh
ghofl e sangin galooyam
ghofl e sangin galooyam

az to ke harf mizanam
be yaad e to harchi migam
taraaneh misheh

baagh e bi-bargi e maa gol mikoneh
daryaayee az javaaneh misheh

kalamaat e gom shodeh tuye ketaabaa
dobaareh ma'naa migiran
mojaaye gharib o dur az ham o tanha
lahjeye daryaa migiran

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Translation:

When I speak from you,
in memory of you whatever I say,
becomes song.
Our No Leaf Garden flowers,
becomes a sea of buds.
All of windows to dawn,
sing a sunny song,
Without fear of patrols of the magic city,
sing at nights moonlighty.

Oh my existing from you,
Oh my speaking from you,
When I speak from you,
My body gets life from you.

You are that immortal love,
You are the running clean water,
The possible creator
From the full of impossibility.

When I speak from you,
In memory of you whatever I say,
becomes song.
Our No Leaf Garden flowers,
becomes a sea of buds.
Missing words in books,
find meaning again.
Strange and too far from each other and alone waves,
find dialect of the sea.

Tell something that I perk,
not to sell my spirit.
For Blue of the mirrors,
I drink La Sip from you.

Oh you always in front of me,
You Say something that I say.
Break by the miracle of love,
The heavy lock of my throat.

When I speak from you,
In memory of you whatever I say,
becomes song.
Our No Leaf Garden flowers,
becomes a sea of buds.
Missing words in books,
find meaning again.
Strange and too far from each other and alone waves,
find dialect of the sea.