With you,
I touched the color of love,
and in your eyes
I saw the scent of sunlight
and the song of Arzhang-e Mani,
and the language of love.

The warmth of a thousand melodies
in the cadence of your lips
scattered the perfume of hundreds of radiant sunsets
along the astonished shore of life.

In wonder, I asked—
from beyond the firmament:
do the heavens have a heart