راشه در دست باغبان

A trembling in the gardener's hand A shudder upon the young sapling fell Anxiety fell upon the garden Again the voice of autumn fell

Nightingales packed their things from the meadow They broke the wings of their joy Joy's door was closed upon them One by one they separated from their nests Wretched and sorrowful and helpless they became

Rasha dar dast baghban Larza bar nakhle naw jawan oftad Izterabe ba bostan oftad Baz awazaye khazan oftad

Rasha dar dast baghban Larza bar nakhle naw jawan oftad Izterabe ba bostan oftad Baz awazaye khazan oftad

Bulbulan rakht az chaman bastand Par o bal-e neshat beshkastand Dar-e shadi baroye shan bastand Yak yak az asheyan juda gashtand Zar o mahzon o benawa gashtand

Rasha dar dast baghban Larza bar nakhle naw jawan oftad Izterabe ba bostan oftad Baz awazaye khazan oftad