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O heart, cry less so that the eye stays not wet Seal the torrents of blood so that no one learns

Do something, O my heart, so that its great throbs Before those moon-faced ones do not render the heart fruitless

A lifetime passed in humility in the ruins Perhaps of my passed life there is no trace left

O snare of the bird-tamers — for God's sake, have mercy It is a poor little bird without wings and feathers

Ay dil tu gerya kam kon ta chashme tar nabashad Khoona-bah ha bebanded ta kas khabar nabashad

Kare bekon dile man ta azmate tapesh-ha Dar peshe mah royan dil be samar nabashad

Omre bakhaksare begzasht dar kharabat Az omre raftaye man shayad asar nabashad

Ay dam morgh bazan(dam mar khuda ra) rahme ba hal dil kon Morghest be bazahat be bal o par nabashad