In this tavern I cry due to the friend's disunion,
I find no helper that due to the disunion cry I will.
Hue and cry that in our assembly there are no rogues,
So that, I complain, explain the injustice, to him.
I was given happiness, sadness, faithfulness, and unjustness,
Pleasantly, for whatever I was given, curry favour I will.
I am in love, the love of your visage and nothing else,
The pain of your disunion I burden.
In your grief oh my wild flower, oh my Khosrow,
I bear the Majnūn's oppression and Farhad's tamper I carry.
I'm fed up with the life without you, while you are with me,
It is a rare secret that to the master I will take.
Many years have been passing, many events will come,
From the mid-khordad I expect the relief.