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Golhaye Zard

من به هر شاخه نشستم
دل به هر دانه که بستم
سوگ تازه اي نوشته روي سينه ي شکستم
من اسير سرنوشتم
سرنوشت پير و زشتم
جاي حرف خوب بودن
حرف رفتن رو نوشتم
تو هنوز اول راهي
راه من ، راه تباهي
جفت پرواز تو بازه
جفت من کفتر چاهي
فصل من فصل خزونه
يه خزونه بي نشونه
حيفه از من ديگه گفتم
کارمن ديگه تمومه
تو سرانگشتاي بارون
من تولدي نديدم
گل گلدون حياط رو
توي تاريکي نچيدم
من سراينده دردم
عاشق گلهاي زردم
اما حتي ديگه امروز
شعرامم خط خطي کردم
تو هنوز اول راهي
راه من ، راه تباهي
جفت پرواز تو بازه
جفت من کفتر چاهي

Yellow Flowers

On every branch I have sat,
My heart I have set on every seed,
A new sorrow is written on the chest I have broken,
I am a prisoner of destiny,
An old and ugly destiny,
Instead of writing good words,
I have written words of farewell,
You are still at the beginning of the road,
My road is a road of ruin,
Your mate for flying is a falcon,
My mate is a dove in a well,
My season is the season of autumn,
An autumn without a trace,
It is a pity I have said so much,
My work is now finished,
In the dripping fingers of the rain,
I have never seen a birth,
The flowers of my courtyard,
I have not plucked in the dark,
I am a singer of sorrow,
A lover of yellow flowers,
But even today,
I have scribbled all over my poems,
You are still at the beginning of the road,
My road is a road of ruin,
Your mate for flying is a falcon,
My mate is a dove in a well,