همچو نی می‌نالم

Like a reed I lament from the madness of the heart I carry fire in my chest in place of a heart

If the heart flees from me — woe is me If grief flees from the heart — woe to the heart

We have grown famous through disgrace Famous became whoever became the heart's disgrace

Hamcho nay menalam az sawdaye dil Atashe dar seena daram jaye dil

Dil agar az man gorezad, way man Gham agar az dil gorezad, way dil

Ma ze raswaye, beland aawaza-em Naamwar shod, har ke shod raswaye dil