مستانه بزن بر سنگ

Give me neither the promise of union, nor remedy my situation I am thirsty for torment — dishonor me and make me wretched

Drunkenly dash against the stone the cup of my pleasure Draw me from behind the curtain — make me notorious in the land

Give me no promise of union, give me no remedy I am thirsty for torment — dishonor me and make me wretched

Give me intoxicating wine — remedy my situation And with tears from the sky, make me a drinker

Na wahda-e waslam de, na chara-e karam kon Man tashna-e azaram, khwaram kon o zaram kon

Mastana bezan bar sang, paimana-e aisham raa Az parda beronam bekash, raswa-e diaram kon

Na wahda-e waslam de, na chara-e karam kon Man tashna-e azaram, khwaram kon o zaram kon

Baada e mastam de, chaara e kaaram kon Waz ashke asemaan, baada gosaaram kon

Khonaba dil takai, dar parda kasham chon gol? Az parda beronam kash, raswa-e diaram kon

Mastana bezan bar sang, paimana-e aisham raa Wa-az ashke sahargahe, paimana gusaram kon