فقط سوز دلم را

Only the burning of my heart does the moth know in the world My grief — the nightingale wandered from its nest does not know

I do not weep because the stranger burns with jealousy at my state I do not lament because the grief of my beloved knows me as a stranger

In hope I sat and told my complaint to my heart It only laughs at me — it too knows me as mad

By his very soul — I hold his pain more than my own soul But I die from this grief — whether he knows or does not know

Faqat soze dilam ra da jahan parwana medanad Ghamam ra bulbule kawara shoda az lana medanad

Nageryam chon ze ghayrat ghayr mesozad ba hale man Nanalam chon ze gham yaram mara begana medanad

Ba omayde neshastam shekwaye khod ra ba dil goftam Hame khandad ba man ein ham mara dewana medanand

Bajan o ke dardah ra ham ze an beshtar daram Wale mimiram az ein gham ke danat ya namedanad

Namedanad kase keandar sar zolfash che khonha shod Wa leken mo ba mo ein dastan ra shana medanad