When you turn your face away from our house

You are with our fire and flame

Until you speak with Rostam of Zal

Of Rakhsh and of our whip

For none but the truthful know

The deceit and trickery and excuse of ours

We fit in no one's heart

For our comb is in his head

Wherever you see his arrow full

That is certainly the sign of us

Speak of love, for love is a trap

Beware, do not speak of our seed

Until you speak with your own mind

O confidant of the heart, our tale

If you speak in such a way

By God, you are like that of ours

In Tabriz, so-and-so was bad

The fortune of the heart of so-and-so is ours