پوشیده چون جان می‌روی

You go hidden like a soul within my soul You are the swaying cypress — the glory of my garden

Do not go without me — O soul of the soul, go not without body Do not go out of my sight — O shining flame of mine

Through seven heavens I will scatter, through seven seas I will pass When you look with coquetry into my wandering soul

Through your grace I became like a soul and hid from myself O you who are hidden — revealing yourself

Poshida choon jan merawi andar meyane jane man Sarwe kheramane mani rawnaqe bostane man

Choon merawi be man maraw, ay jane jan be tan maraw Az chashme man beroon mashaw, ay shohlaye tabane man

Haft asoman ra bar daram, wa-az haft darya begzaram Choon dilbarana bengari dar jan sargardane man

Az lotfe tu choon jan shodam, wa-az khweshtan penhan shodam Ay hast tu penhan shoda, dar hastiey penhane man