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To which door shall I go with the pain of my heart So that I might see your face again, O pain of my heart

The bitter rim of the cup is sweeter than your honey-sweet smile When I see you seeking kisses in the arms of another

At which threshold shall I lay my head So that with a pure heart I might see all doors open to me

Ba kodam dar rawam man dard dil Ke rokhe tu baz benam dard dil

Labe talkhe jam khoshtar ze laban nosh khande Ke ba kame digarana payee bosa bazo binam

Ba kodam dard neham sar ke bar asetanaye dar Ba safaye dil jahane hama dar mah baz o binam