امشب به یاد روی تو

Tonight in memory of your face I will make an uproar, make an uproar I will give my heart over to grief, I will complain much to the world

Tonight in memory of your love, with my own tears I will be alone I will lament so much until I raise a flood of blood

You laugh at my pure love and say I am mad Yes, I am mad by nature — with goblet and flask I carry on

Imshab ba yade roye tu ghawgha konam, ghawgha konam Dil ra ba dast gham deham, baz shekwa az dunya konam

Imshab bayad isqe tu, ba ashke khod tanha shawam Anqadr zari ha konam, ta sele ask bar pa konam

Khandi ba ishqe pake man, goye ke man dewana am Aare mane dewana kho, dar saghar o mina konam