The way you talk,
It seems to hear; In the fascination of dew, I became an earthy insect.
The way you pronounce even the most familiar words;
It seems that no one has ever been like you!
My good news, good news every day
How many people want to know; No one is like you.
Fluently, purely, artistically and in a dreamy manner
As you smile, as you wipe your eyes after crying;
Such as walk-
As if walking along the misty cornice to the lake of dawn,
Like the trembling of the eyebrows in the sweat of algae!
Thousands of people cross the Shahbagh junction millions of times every day;
But seeing your movement, everyone’s faults are obvious.