You came happily, O moon-faced one, O joy of the soul, be happy!

May it ever be thus, may the wind blow as it does!

O image of every joy, a remembrance in our hearts,

O image of all love, be a remembrance in our hearts!

Fly out from this childishness, deliver us, O soul,

From the obligation of every giver and from the sorrow of every giver!

We have clawed with grief at the friend and our faces,

O tambourine, you wail from the heart, and O reed flute, come to cry!

O heart, you who are beautiful, become sweet from that Khosrow (king),

And if you are the Khosrow of sweetness, in love, be like Farhad.