va sameemeeyaté tan hāman, dar tarāree va derakhsheedané oryāneemān meslé falsé māheehā dar āb sokhan az zendegeeyé noghreyeeyé

English

and the intimacy of our bodies, and the glow of our nakedness, like fish scales in the water. I am talking about the silvery life of a song which a small fountain sings at dawn