کمه نه رندایم

We have not spurred our horse of desire, yet we have lost our heart Wandering lost, we have laid our head on the desert's chest

Like a scattered pearl at the shore We have fallen longing for a caressing hand

Deprived of the warmth of late-night companions Like a dead candle we have fallen at a shrine

In anticipation of the warmth of a companion's embrace We have opened our arms in helplessness and yearning

Kame na-randayem o dil az dast dadayem Gomrah sar bar seenaye sahra nehadayem

Chon gawhare ramida ba dargahe sahelem Dar hasrate nawazesh daste fetadayem

Mahroom az neyaz rafiqan shab neshin Chon shame mordaye ba mazare fotadayem

Dar entezare garmeye andame hamdame Aghosh ra ba hajz o tamana goshadayem