Red preface of the love

The love and heat melted my heart
The boiling wine of love destroyed my heart
Like as a naked sward vigorously
The logic blood convinced my heart
The mirror and the water means your remembrance
You are made of a mixture of pain and torrid heart
This land which is full of the songs of the tulips
Is a diary of the memoirs of your shouts?

We are green because we are the offspring of the spring
We are clean because we are from the land of the coadjutors
We are so far away from abjection
We are legatees of the blood of devoted persons

We can’t apart from the group of crusaders
We can’t renege on the contract with the soul of God
This is the message of the blood of coadjutors of the martyr:
It is time to fight brothers we can’t repose

They are night enemy killers and guards of the dawn
They are the lions of the woodland of the dawn
They are singing the red song of the dawn
They are shouting loudly like as the high waterfall of the dawn
I have been beheaded then they call me triumphant
When they are telling my secret to some others

They remember me at war as a special verse
they read my name like the Sura of Hamed in prayers

I will companion the wind of the dawn
I will be the passing soil of the intellectuals
I will be burnt in the fire of love
I am steel and will be more tempered

Until the soil is not colored of the pure blood
Until this naked plain is not covered with tulips
Until the tulips don’t shout: the right is just one
The red preface of the love won’t be compiled.