کیست در شهرو که

Who in the city has not cried out from your cruelty's hand No one has known such oppression as yours

Everyone who called you beautiful and sun-faced Now there is no one who does not bear a wound from your hand

There is no ear to hear the cry, O God, in this city Otherwise there is no one who does not have a cry from your hand

Kist dar shahro ke az dast ghamat dad nadasht Hichkas hamcho tu bedadgare yad nadasht

Har kas ba tu megoft zebaye mahro Hal ze daste tu kas nest ke yak dagh nadasht

Gosh faryad shenaw nest khudaya dar shahr Warna az dast tu kas nest ke faryad nadasht