Dar Peshe Be Dardan Chura

Why shall I cry out uselessly before the painless? If I have a complaint of the heart, I tell it to a companion of the heart

Behind the curtain I burn like a rose, in my chest I surge like wine I am not the disgraced candle to weep in the gathering

First I think until I choose a vocation In the end, with one cup of wine, I nullify all thinking

For this reason I take the cup — that remedy of tranquility So that I might make myself, for a moment, unaware of myself

Dar peshe be dardan chura, faryade behasel konam? Gar shekwaye daram ze dil, ba yaar sahebdil konam

Dar parda sozam hamcho gul, dar seena josham hamcho mol Man shame raswa nestam, ta gerya dar mahfel konam

Awal konam andishaye, ta bargozinam peshaye Akher ba yak paimana mai andesha ra batel konam

Ze anrosetanam jaam ra, an maiaye araam ra Ta kheshtan ra lahzaye az kheshtan ghafel konam

Az gul shonidam boi o, mastana raftam soye o Ta choon ghobar koye o, dar koye jaan manzel konam

Roshangari aflakyam, choon aftab az pakiyam Khaki neyam ta khwesh ra sargarme aab o gul konam

Gharqe tamanaye tu-am, mawje ze daryaye tu-am Man nakhle sarkash nestam, ta khana dar sahel konam

Danam ke an sarwe sahe, az dil nadarad agahi Chande az gham dil choon rahe, faryade be hasel konam