سرمه کدی

She applied kohl — I will die — she applied kohl You kohled your eyes, you curled your tresses in ringlets You arched your brow, you reopened the wound of my heart And then you left and composed a different tune

From your ruby lips a hundred drunkennesses arise From your eyes the turning of time arises From shame the moon of the sky turns to water If my moon rises from the corner of the roof

Sorma kadi, bomorom sorma kadi Chashm ra sorma zadi, zolf ra halqa zadi Kham ba abro zadi, zakhme dilam baz kadi Wa-aan gahe rafti o ahange digar saz kadi

Ze lalat neshaye sad jam khezad Ze chashmat gardeshe ayam khezad Ze khejlat mahe gardoon aab gardad Mahe man gar ba konje baam khezad

Ze dige pokhtagan nayad sadaye Khorosh az mardomane kham khezad Ze soze marg yabam raz hasti Sar aghaze man az anjam khezad