یارب غم بی‌رحمی جانان

O God, to whom shall I tell the grief of the beloved's cruelty? My soul burned from grief for her — to whom shall I tell the soul's grief?

They say, O physicians, tell your pain — but Pain that has passed beyond remedy — to whom shall I tell it?

The pain that has made me notorious — all know it The wound that has burnt me in secret — to whom shall I tell it?

Yarab ghame be rahmye janan ba ki goyam? Jan az ghame o sokht o ghame jan ba ki goyam?

Goyand tabiban ke bego darde khod, amaa Dardi ke gozashta asto ze darman ba ki goyam?

Darde ke mara sakhta raswa, hama danand Daghe ke mara sokhta penhan ba ki goyam?