We wish The Greatest Shah
To fly to that land
Cigarette with a filter
And severe
A yell
Our voice is heard
In the world of neck
We left the home at home
Friends are in wedding
Fill up merchandise
To the kneecap
If it's required in the poem
Caspian Seas wave
If the poet is Nazim*
Put all those ships in your pocket
If you're bored
Because of the end of sadness with bare feet
If it exists