Teeleet

In the heart of my soul's embrace,
a haven of Iran's grace,
where spices dance in the aromatic breeze,
and memories linger among the trees.

Here, within this sacred space,
echoes of my motherland's embrace,
whispers of saffron, whispers of love,
as stars serenade from far above.

In each dish, a tale unfolds,
of ancient lands and stories untold,
with every bite, a journey's  start,
to the depths of my Iranian heart.

within this garden, culture thrives,
where tradition and taste intertwine,
a symphony of flavors, a feast for the soul,
in this sanctuary where memories stroll.

So come, dear traveler, take your place,
in this sanctuary of Iran's embrace,
where food and space unite as one,
and the spirit of my homeland is ever spun.