سر سرے پشته

On the hilltop the lover has been slain From the lover's blood Layla Jan has written a letter

Come into my sky, O my sun From the separation of your face — torment at the end

O Pleiades of love, O Venus of secrets May your lips be my cup of wine

Your glance has the quality of love From the cup of your eyes it pours

Sar sare poshta, ashiq ra koshta Az khone ashiq layli jan nama naweshta

Aa dar separat ay aftabam, az hijre royat akher azabam Az hijre royat layli jan, akher azabam

Parweene ishqi, nahide razi Bashad labanat jame sharabam Bashad labanat layli jan jame sharabam

Darad negahat kafeyate ishq Az jame chashmat layli jan, mast o kharabam