می‌روم خسته و افسرده

I go weary and broken and wretched Toward the abode of my ruined dwelling By God I take away from your city My turbulent and mad heart

By God I was the bud of joy The hand of love came and plucked me from the branch I became the flame of sighing — a hundred regrets That my lips never reached that lip

In the end the bond of the road tied my feet I go with laughter on my lips and a blood-filled heart I go — release me, O heart O vain and fruitless hope

Merawam khasta o afsorda o zar Soye manzelgahe wayranaye khwesh Bakhoda mebaram az shahre shoma Dil shorida o deewanaye khwesh

Bakhoda ghonchaye shadebodam Dast ishq amad o az shakham chid Shohlaye ah shodam sad afsos Ke labam baz bar an lab narasid

Haqebat band safar payam bast Merwam khanda ba lab khonin dil Merwam az dil man dast bedar Ay omid abas be hasel