طوفان اشک حسرتم

The storm of my longing's tears — has legends in the heart The candle of my amazement's spread — has moths in the heart

O sane and free ones — my heart wants its chains My desert and my world — has madmen in the heart

The intoxication of my flask draws the cup's heart to dance The cup of my longing — has revolutions in the heart

Toofan ashke hasratam, afsana ha darad ba dil Sham-e besat-e hairatam, parwana ha darad ba dil

Ay aqelana azadagan zanjeer o mekhwahad dilam Sahraye man dunyaye man dewana ha darad ba dil Sham-e besat-e hairatam, parwana ha darad ba dil

Toofan ashke hasratam, afsana ha darad ba dil Sham-e besat-e hairatam, parwana ha darad ba dil

Masti-e menayam ba raqs arad dil-e paimana raa Ratel-e geran fetratam mastana ha darad ba dil Sham-e besat-e hairatam, parwana ha darad ba dil

Toofan ashke hasratam, afsana ha darad ba dil Sham-e besat-e hairatam, parwana ha darad ba dil