چه غریب ما ندی ای دل نه غمی نه غمگساری
نــه بــه ا نـتـظـــار یــاری ، نــه ز یـــار ا نـتــظــاری
غــم اگــر بــه کــوه گـویــم، بــگـریــزد و بــریــزد
کــه دگــر بــدیـن گــرا نـی نـتـوان کشیــد بــاری
سحرم کشیده خنجر که چرا شبت نکشته ست
تــو بـکــش که تا نیفـتـد دگـرم بـه شـب گـذاری
نه چنان شکسـت پشتـم که دوبـاره سـر بـرآرم
منـم آن درخـت پیـری که نـداشـت بـرگ و بـاری
how lonely have you been left, oh heart, no passion, no belovednot expecting any sweetheart, nor expecting anything from the sweetheartIf I'd tell the mountain my desire, it would run away and collapseIt's impossible to drag this heavy thing (desire and love) anymoreThe morning stabs me, wondering why the night has not done that to me yetKill me, so I won't see the night to do soI'm so broke that I can't stand straight againI'm the old tree who didn't have any leaf or fruit