Bootarab

Venus has played the mode of the heart since the dawn
Good news that Bootarab replaced our sorrows with songs of joy
The sea of compassion is boiling, pull out the cotton from your ears and listen
What he gave us last night, is gentle to you and us
Love is happiness, under its name we perform the sermon
I hope the grace of Keyghobad never leaves our heads
This hangover made us restless from the first day
The windstorm of your love makes me cross the sky like a cloud
It pushes me, I am proud and moody
The desire of the world brings me out of my control
My feet were in the mud, because I was doubtful
Thanks that the doubtfulness left me, and I became certainly in love
Mofta elon fa elat, I am becoming out of myself
How can I speak? I am vanishing in a trance