Spring butterfly, butterfly spring
The beginning of my beloved's cry is the bargain of the tongue
Let's cry together at night
We are awake at night, my dear, without worry in sleep
It looked white in the morning
I dispelled the darkness of my beloved from Gulshan
The plains and forests are all covered with flowers
My darling is wearing a new wedding dress
Spring clouds in pollen and cycle
The grass is my dear Shawn's neck
The golden train ladder of the flower garden
My dear backyard river chain
Baraza spread his hair
The wind of the clouds, my dear, combed me
Narcissus with the finger of Lelakhan's memory
Remove the veil, my dear, drunk and smiling
The birds go to the branches of the trees
Every single song my dear sings for the morning
Por with Ganas and Qumri with music
They became my two dear companions