reward of a martyr, love for this pure man, for this bravery, friend for this brotherhood, sir rin tanavari. you can't believe us , you can't believe us, i said, god bless you, but what's in my heart other than watching you, the courtiers. what way do i have ish, after you, this rain will remember you every time, nothing will remain of this love that we go to you in the rain. if it doesn't rain, you are going to gaza, sahab, why does n't he follow you? you left without me. why don't you ask me, why should i do something? they will find a happy ending to this story. get out of my hand, my friend, i am alive to your smell, to the flowers on you, my friend, my friend, sit with me and my heart. sit down until i reach you, unless you are the night of your hair , what hope do you have for my tired heart. to be silent without you, what should i do in the morning with your sadness with your sadness? my friend from my hand, or i am alive to your smell, to sit on you as a flower to your soul i see. be the fire of my heart until i reach you, if you are not like your hair, what hope is there for my tir