We have come to the End Times, there is no one like you,
People are so hypocritical, unreliable all of them,
Even if he takes an oath, don't believe his words,
Few have remained valiant, the rest have become greedy.
It used to be curvature, camel trait,
Now in vogue, not morality but beauty,
Materiality is at its peak, everyone is after property,
The rich talk, no ignorance does not grin.
The neck of the wolf is thick, it does its own thing,
The past is an old page, it has forgotten its past,
There is no cooperation, everyone is in their own business,
If he says it's easy, I'll break my tooth.
The traits that belong to us are now uninhabitable,
The old people are silent, talking brats,
Shirazesi has shifted, certain big world,
We have come to the End Times, miserable states.
From Esfel-i Safil to Alay-i İlliyin,
Silsile-i Meratip is struck in general,
The authority of every deed is given to the one who does it,
Own your art, your tongue and your hand.
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