پنداشتم همیشه گله

I thought you were always the flower of my heart My love, my hope, my sweetheart

I thought that after loneliness and silence Whatever remains of life would be in my embrace

I thought your gaze was the messenger of affection My longing, my joy, my goblet

Pendashotam hamesha gule khatere manee Ishqe manee, omide manee, dilbare manee

Pendashotam ke az paye tanhaye o sokoot Az omr aanche mandah baja dar bare manee

Pendashotam negahe tu payke mohabat ast Shawqe manee, neshate manee, saghare manee