Gole man ey nazaninamTo azizeh delamiTo cheshat nashineh shabnamTo azizeh delami
Mane dar be dar migardam tuyeh shahre cheshatTo koocheye khateratTa miyad ru ghabeh panjereh mishineh neghatRasti mimiram baratToro har kas ke nanidevasfe khoobi to shenideEy to yase bi tahamol
to cheshat nashine shabnamTane to zarif tar az gol
Doone doonegole poonemirizam be rooye moohatDaste dastegole Maryammirizam jaye ghadamhatDele to jense ye almasarzeshesh bishtar az inhast
O my flower, O my nice oneyou are my sweetheartmay the dew(tear) never sit in your eyesyou are my sweetheart
I'm a homeless and I walk through the city of your eyes...in the alley of memoriestill your eyes come and sit in the frame of windowI die for you indeedeverybody who hasn't seen you...he has heard about your goodnessO impatient jasmine
may the dew(tear) never sit in your eyesyour body is more delicate than flower
one by one...the flower of bee balm...I shed (those) on your hairsbunch by bunch...tuberose...I shed (those) stead of your footstepsyour heart is a kind of diamondit's precious more than it