به تو گلگشت چمن

Without you the garden walk, O flower-bodied one, does not please me The cup and wine-vessel, the dignity of the wild rose does not please me

I will wander the desert like Majnun henceforth Life is not in the city and homeland — does not please me

I am not a moth to circle every candle Except around the candle of your face — fluttering does not please me

Be tu gul gashte chaman, ay gul badan nayad khosham Saghar o mena, weqat nastaran nayad khosham

Sar ba sahra mezanam, manande majnoon bad az ein Zendagani nest dar shahr o watan nayad khosham

Nestam parwana ta, dawr har shamey param Joz ba dawre shame royat, par zadan nayad khosham

Be tu gul gashte chaman, ay gul badan nayad khosham Saghar o mena, weqat nastaran nayad khosham