Heaven
Heaven
Make me your last passenger
On your way home.
Row me till the island
Like you freed earth escaping guards!
The stars hide fires,
Saffron sun kisses scars,
Asks for seed in return.
Can you drop me at the graveyard?
They'll be discussing my death like curfew,
Only me-
'Agar firdaus bar ru-ye zamin ast
Hamin ast- o hamin ast- o hamin ast'.
('If there is a paradise on earth,
It is this, it is this, it is this')