We who are killed in dark ways

We who are killed in dark ways

We want the flowers of your lips

They were hung on a dry branch of dar

We miss the candles of your hands

Killed in semi-dark roads

Beyond our lips on the soles

Your lips were red

The sweetness of your scents continued to rain

The silver of your hands kept shining

When I am in your ways

We came, brought as far as the step

Ghazal on the lips, grief in the heart

Your grief was the testimony of your beauty

Let us stand on this testimony

We who were killed in the dark ways

If Nar Sai had his own destiny

Your desire was your own plan

Who has doubts about love affairs?

All went to the killing places of Hajr

Our knowledge by choosing from the slaughterhouses

And the caravans of lovers will come out

From whose path we seek our steps

Shorten the pain distance

Let's do it, for whose sake we are everywhere

Illusion of loss of life

We who were killed in the dark ways