نمی‌دانم به روی که بخندم

I do not know on whose face to smile I do not know for whom to weep O God, I am sated with the water of life Captive in the cold trap of loneliness

The cup of my pleasure is broken, broken My drunken gazelle has fled, fled The light of hopes has gone from my city The bird of joy has flown from my roof

Namedanam ba roye ki bekhandam Namedanam ba roye ki begeryam Ze aabe zendagi seram khudaya Ba dame sarde be yare asiram Khudaya, Khudaya, Khudaya

Shekasta jame ayshe mean shekasta Ramida aahoye mastam ramida Ze shahram raftah noore arezohaa Ze bagham morghe dil joye parida

Ba chashmam gerya-haye man shekasta Ba royam dard o andoh khat kashida Majo az man omide zendagani Ke zahre ghame ba rag-hayam daweda