یاد روزگار شیرین

Memory of sweet days, memories of old love Memory of your warm kisses, those salty lips

My head in your warm embrace, my lips on your soft lips In the silence of midnight, with hope and longing

You said: when spring comes, when flowers and hyacinths bloom again Ask of me again — your ancient love

Yade rozogare shirin, khaterate ishqe direen Yade bosahaye garmat, aan laban namakin

Saram dar aghoshe garmat, labam bar labane narmat Dar sokoote nima shabha, ba omid o arezo ha

Gofti cho bahar ayad, gul o sonbol baz ayad Bar digar tu ze man khwah, ishqe direen khod ra