دلکم ای دلکم

O my little heart, O my little heart I am a little bird struck by the arrow of cruelty

I see you from afar — what use is that I cannot sit beside you — what use is that

The tree of your beauty has become a garden of flowers But I cannot pluck those flowers — what use is that

May your dark little eyes be the bond of your heart May the survival of my soul be from the bond with you

I have traveled to every garden in the world I have not found anyone who could resemble you

Dilakam, hay dilakam, hay dilakam Morghake tere jafa khorda dilakam

Tura az duro mebinam chi hasel Ba pahloyat nameshinam chi hasel

Darakhte hosne tu golzar karda Az aan golha namechinam chi hasel

Siya chashmak ba dilbande tu bashad Baqay jan ze paywande tu bashad

Safar kardam ba golshanhay dunya Nadidam kas ke manande tu bashad