merciful, i will take your pure rose, but modern, the result of the abundant flowers of the desert , martyr dayaila and qais, this is the red land, if it is full of tulips, happy morning and on the blessing of the red rose, happy drunkenness and good morning. the red flower, blessed are the people of prayer, the people of dawn prayers, open to its red flower we know the dewy flower, you know that dewy flower, right, hirbad, the ablution water of the rose, the claimant boasted and did not understand why the nightingale is drunk, the tongue of the rose, open your eyes, and the corner of this plain is between the lovers singing towards the rose, the rose. whose soul is every breath, even though its flame is the wish of picking flowers and the hands of hardworking farmers, the rhythmic rhyme of the poetry of life in the desert with great hardships and the sweetness of patience. lover of the nice fragrance of golestan, based on roses, ned said, "yes, bouquet of roses in my soul, the legacy of the old years." father in my father's historic house, straw and my cry flow from the corner of your corridor,