از غمت ای نازنین

From your grief, O darling, I resolve to travel After this I turn my qibla toward another direction

I go and carry with me the brand of your cruelty The parting from you and union with you I cast as dust on my head

So that no one else is deceived by you again I will raise a clamor everywhere about your grief

The story of your oppression, O unfamiliar idol With a grieving heart and weeping eye I will tell

Az ghamat ay nazaneen, azme safar mekonam Qiblaye khod bad az ein, soye degar mekonam

Merawam o mebaram, daghe jafayat ba khewesh Hejr o wesale tura, khak ba sar mekonam

Ta nakhorad digare, baz frebe tura Dar hama ja az ghamat, gholghola sar mekonam

Qesaye jawre tura, ay bote na ashena Ba dil por ghosa o didaye tar mekonam