Dilam Dar Ashiqi Awara Shod

My heart in loving has wandered — may it wander more My body without a heart has become wretched — may it be more wretched

In plundering dear ones, your tresses have rogue cunning In bloodying the strangers, your eyes — may they have more cunning

Your face is fresh — and for my own death I want it fresher Your heart is stone — for killing me, may it be more stone-like

All say she has tormented so many to their lives' end I say: for my life's sake — may she be even more bloodthirsty

Dilam dar ashiqi awara shod, awara tar badaa Tanam az be dili bechara shod, bechara tar badaa

Ba taaraaje azizan zolfe tu ayaree darad Ba khone reze ghariban chashme tu ayara tar badaa

Rokhat taza ast o bahre mordane khod taza tar khwaham Dilat kharast o bahre koshtane man khara tar badaa

Hama goyand ke-az khon-khwaresh khalqe bajan aamad Man ein goyam ke bahre jaane man khoonkhwara tar badaa