O’ My
hometown, City of my childhood and memories
What
happened to you?
Now,
you are their City and no one’s hometown
City of prostitute and narcotics
City of divorce, liquor and fanatics
O’ City of my memories
City of ancient souls and history
O’ my lost city! Where is your prophet?
Your Zayanderud is dried out
Your farmers are scattered
Your original dwellers are dead
Your air is polluted
Your water is polluted
Your food is tasteless
Your streets are jammed and
Your alleys
disappeared for ever
On the corners of your streets, standing
Panhandlers, child labors and prostitutes
Your bookstores are empty like your river
Your water wells are empty like your bookstores
Your people are empty as your bookstores
O’ my city, Esfahan!
What happened to you?
Every time they brought down your walls
I disappeared in your memories
