بت نازنینم

O my delicate idol! O my kind one Why are you angry with me — may your troubles be mine

My dear! What did I do that you are offended? Tell me so I may know my own sin

Do you want my life? Tell me and I will give it Do you give me poison? Give it — I will take it

The sky was astonished at my power And now I am this helpless before you

In the end I must flee from this city For the people have grown weary of my lamentation

Bote nazaninam! mahe mehrabanam Chera qahri az man, balayat ba janam

Azizam! chi gardam ke ranjidi az man Bego ta gonahe khodam ra bedanam

Ze man omr khwahi? bego ta bebakhsham Ba man zahr bakhshi? bedeh ta setanam

Falak maat bowad az tawanaye man Ke aknon chonin pesh tu natawanam

Ze dar mohabat bajoz naam janan Ba chize nagardad zaban dar dahanam

Man akhir az ein shahr bayad gorezam Ke mardom ba tang amadand az feghanam

Che dastan konam ta rawam jaye degar Ke ein molk por shod az dastanam