اشک‌های من همچو

My tears are like drops of rain Drops of rain, before my beloved

I have many complaints — to whom shall I tell them? Alas, I have no intimate one to confide in

My hand will grasp the hem of your robe on the day of resurrection This was my question — give me your answer

Ashko haye man hamchon qatrahay baran ast Qatrahay baran ast peshe yaram

Shekayatha daram, peshe ki goyam Afsoos nadaram mahrame nazam

Dastam ba damanat roze qeyamat Ein bowad sawalam bede jawabam