افسوس که عشقه

Alas, that your pure love took on the color of mere desire Fire took hold of this too-quickly-ripened fruit

You know, your love was the hope of my life You left, and love took back everything it had given me

How long must I cry to God — this heart, from union with you Has grown hopeless and has grasped the hem of the justice-giver

Afsoos ke ishqe pake tu range hawas greft Aatash bajan ein samar zood ras greft

Dani omide zendageyam bod ishqe tu Rafti o ishq aanche ba man dad, pas greft

Ta kay khuda khuda konam, ein dil ze wasle tu Shod naa omid o damane aan daad ras greft