from lip to lip and shalam gosha prayer ya ali madad ya ali ya ali ya ali ya ali kushan mosque in qomm restless kufa mosque in sadness restless in qom restless the table of children killing me, where am i killing him waiting to hit you with snow, ali ya ali, remember your oppression remembering the oppression of the sky, the bleeding of blood , zainab's heart broke, her eyes were round and she cried, her eyes were full of tears, or ali, or ali. my country, homelessness and oppressed, is it the order of idols to call for oppressed heart, ali, ali, ali, ali, ali, ali, ali , i am breaking your senses. i doubt, where did i go, where did i go, i am extinguished, the night candle of miran's house is quiet, the children's hearts are silent, tell me, now you tell me, i wish ali had been killed in iran , the person who in nagar zahra's poem "from the bard heart" i killed ali, i planted in masha every year go to a meeting in qambar and zahra, go to a meeting. the wail of that insane leader, killing ali, i killed him, it is better for ali zia to cry loudly for amir al-mominin, remember, father ,