مانند من فسرده دلی

May there be no heart as broken as mine in the world May no one ever be in my powerless state

Though autumn took my spring from your distance — what of it O flower, may the spring of your youth never turn to autumn

A hundred pains I have seen from my own kind heart O God, may there never be another kind heart in the world

Whoever leaves leaves a trace of themselves May nothing remain of me but the tale of your love

Manande man fesorda dile dar jahan mabad Hargez kase ba roze man natawan mabad

Gar shod khazan bahare man az dooreyat chi baak Ay gul tura bahare jawane khazan mabad

Sad ranj dida-am ze dile mehraban khewesh Yarab dile degar ba jahan mehraban mabad

Har kas ke merawad nehad az khod neshanayee Az man ba joz fesanaye ishqat neshan mabad

Sozad agar cho sham zabanam ze soze ishq Harfe ba ghaire ishqo mara bar zaban mabad