The Melody of Love

Pleasure of benevolence Barriers darken the mirror of your soul The smoke of a sigh that burns your head and foundation I am your lover, O master, do not act unjustly The axe of sorrow will rot your roots and foundation Your eyes had hope in the Creator, but from the people No one has ever tasted the pleasure of your kindness How insignificant a single tear of the poor is? It is a flood of wrath that rots the foundation of Iran Do not break the covenant of friends, loyalty is nothing but this Although someone may have broken the root of your pledge Truly, shed a tear in regret Maybe this water will change the record of rebellion