On the soft silk of a blossom,
The white dawn of love wrote,
O you, always lovely as a flower, I love you, I love you.
On the sands of a calm sea.
With the pen of kindness and the ink of tenderness,
In a… More special and secret language, it wrote again,
O you who have turned into a mythical bird and live in a legendry mountain,
I love you, I love you.
The sand fled suddenly as the breeze appeared,
A flower dropped from a branch,
The gust made a wailing sound.
And a bird began to sing: As long as I exist, everywhere and at all times,
No matter where you are, I remain the dust of your lane,
Because you know, I love you, I love you.
by Ali Asghar Mazhari