see; The moments of mourning of Mr. Mahmoud Karimi in the mourning of "Mr. the Saint of Iran".
My heart is narrow, my heart is at home, my heart is a strange dinner.
I have come to Mahabob's house, my dear, it is a hospitable place.
My dear has been gone for several months, Iran's heart is full of pain.
When I reach out to him, they say he won't come back.