The price of pomegranate was as grotesque as our distance,
And the slaughtered watermelons had all the colors, but no happiness!
Somehow I found the fiery persimmons,
Placed in a distant corner next to the potatoes,
being ignored even by curious shoppers,
They were the outsiders,
And they belonged to my table!
And the slaughtered watermelons had all the colors, but no happiness!
Somehow I found the fiery persimmons,
Placed in a distant corner next to the potatoes,
being ignored even by curious shoppers,
They were the outsiders,
And they belonged to my table!

To all of you who celebrate Yalda, the longest night of the year,
Happy Yalda!