S*A*R*I -1

Your mermaids are swimming
in streets of the night
with free fish
of forest farms.
You sense joie de vivre
of farmers,
rice-fielders
cotton-pickers
tea-takers
amirs and kings,
drowned in blossomed oranges,
who are flying to sing the spring.
If you come to our jubilation
come on only with love.
Come to green roads of Shomal
where we will share our dreams with you.
Come in Saraband dance
Come to SARI !