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Dance, create commotion — O harvest of your tresses O moon of the inner chamber! Turn, turn — O cup-eyed one O calamity of the age!

Ring the bells with your crystal feet O harvest of composure! Click and clap, lead the procession of the beautiful Toss your head and shoulders

Pour the cup, fill my goblet with wine O my moon-shaped idol Flash your eyes at me against all the rivals O with your curved lashes!

Raqs bekon, shor bede kherman zolfan Allah mahe shabestan! Charkh bezan, charkh bezan o peyala chasman Allah afate dawran!

Zang bezan, zang kate paye belawreen Allah khermane tamkin! Chak chak beko, qars bezan sar khele khooban Sar o shana bejonban

Peyala bezan, badah berez ba saghare man Bote mah paykare man Chashmak bezan, chasmak baman bote raqiban Allah bargashta mozhgan!