من نگویم که مرا از قفس

I will not say: free me from this cage Only carry my cage to a garden, and gladden my heart

The season of roses is passing — companions, for God's sake Sit in a garden somewhere, and remember me

Nightingales! The damask rose has entered the meadow Cry out, all of you, to welcome its arrival

Remember this captive bird, O birds When you gaze on the rose, the tulip, and the boxwood