متن های دلتنگی / جدیدترین متن دلتنگی [تیر 1405]

Maybe the moon hides itself behind the cloud so that it doesn't see the night that will witness millions of homesickness

Listen to the reed flute as it tells its tale,

Lamenting separation from its reed-bed home.

Since they cut me from the rushes,

My lament is the cry of man.

I am a wounded being, longing for the physician,

My deepest wish is to meet the Healer’s call.