مردم از درد

I died from pain and still you do not come to my bedside I see my own death and still I do not see your face

My soul has reached my lips and those I knew have gone from my head I take pride in the candle that still weeps at my bedside

Desire has died, youth has passed, and love has fled from my heart Grief still does not separate from my wretched soul

Mordam az dard o name-aaye ba balinam hanoz Marge khod mebinam o royat namebinam hanoz

Bar lab aamad jan o raftan aashenayan az saram Shama ra nazam ke megiryad ba balinam hanoz

Arezo mord o jawani raft o ishq az dil gorekht Gham namegardad joda az jane meskinam hanoz