I and my scripts praise the blue waterfalls of the mountains that tumble down from the sky like a Siah-Mashgh and repeatedly bestow love on people. My scripts cascade along with love waterfalls and find their domain somewhere in the plain of existence, and dance and sing the song of love

I and my scripts listen to the rain music and become as fresh as a leaf of a grass in April. We dance Sama together and repeat love again and again. We become crystalline and clean like the rain of love, then sit down somewhere quietly and wait for the shining sun