دست از طلب ندارم

I will not withdraw my hand from seeking until my desire is achieved Either the soul reaches the beloved or the soul leaves the body

From longing for her mouth my soul has grown tight When does the tight-fisted one's mouth grant satisfaction from that mouth?

Open my grave after death and look: From the fire within me, smoke rises from my shroud

I will not withdraw my hand from seeking until my desire is achieved Either the soul reaches the beloved or the soul leaves the body

Dast az talab nadaram ta kame man bar ayad Ya jan rasad ba janan ya jan ze tan bar ayad

Az hasrate dahanash aamad ba tango janam Khod kam tang dastan kay za-an dahan bar ayad

Dast az talab nadaram ta kame man bar ayad Ya jan rasad ba janan ya jan ze tan bar ayad

Begshayo turbatam ra bahd az wafato bengar Ka-az atashe daronam dud az kafan bar ayad

Dast az talab nadaram ta kame man bar ayad Ya jan rasad ba janan ya jan ze tan bar ayad