[The sun of love]

Ner Chu went in the arms of love

He died and passed out

The female ate him, O alert one

Death became the birth of Jan Negar

The seed was not hidden in the soil

There was no blush on Bostan's face

He loves to give himself up

Don't put your life on the path of your beloved

Whoever passes [I] becomes (us).

If it drops, it will drown in the sea

Love is the custom of spiders and humans

[My] death is the beginning of the path of sadness

Until you see the bite of the fire of love

When will you talk to the sun of love

#Behnam_Mohtarami