طلاق [Talagh] [English translation]

Hear my fellow traveler,

About this bitter story and rough road,

O you, the lonely light, in this dim night,

This is not about passing by the tales,

This is not about an image of the downfall of the people,

We are not sitting and watcing indifferently,

We are the pain itself, and this is not just a passing glance,

How bitter is travelling along sorrow,

To feel the death, the moment of a mountain ruinment,

To break and drip along with every supressed grief,

To cry voicelesly out of feeling lonely,

Hear my fellow traveler

We're jointly on our way to the pain road,

We jointly cried the moments,

We were burnt in voiceless sound of cry,

We made a tale out of bitter passage of the moment,

We made a dress from the velvet of pain for the body of love,

We went alone, and we came to realize our inability,

We felt together the taste of loneliness once again,

If by any chance, we stay together on this road,

Once reached, we may sing the song of prosperity.