دور از تو هر شب

Far from you every night until dawn I weep like the candle of the gathering Whatever may be the outcome of this fruitless weeping

Brimful of tears is the cup — where is the cup? That fire-colored water? Where is that remedy of tranquility to solve my difficulty?

Like a shadow far from your face I have fallen in your lane My hopeful eyes toward you — alas for my futile hope

In love and intoxication I have given my being and nonbeing O cupbearer of the drunk — am I mad or heedless?

Dor az tu har shab ta sahar geryan cho shame mafelam Ta khod chi bashad hasele az geryaye be haselam

Labrez ashkam jam ko? an ab atashfam ko? An mayayae aram ko ta chara sazad moshkelam?

Chon saya dor az roye tu oftadam dar koye tu Chashme omidam soye tu way az omide batelam

Dar ishq o masti dada am bod o nabod kheweshtan Ay saqi mastan bogo dewanaam ya ghafelam