| Tak o tanha tu khiyabun | Alone and lonely on the street |
| Be zire nam, name barun | under the drizzle, the falling rain |
| Baz be yade to mioftam | again I fall to thinking of you |
| Harfhaye ke ba to goftam | the words I once spoke to you |
| Goftam eshghe man ye kuh he | I said my love's a mountain |
| To bebin che ba shokuh he | look how it stands in glory |
| Eshghe to mesle sarabe | Your love is like a mirage |
| Omre kutahe hobabe | its life as brief as a bubble's |
| Omre kutahe hobabe | its life as brief as a bubble's |
| Eshghe man she’re sharabe | My love's a poem of wine |
| Eshghe to naghshe bar abe | your love's a sketch on water |
| Eshghe to yek gole zarde | Your love's a yellow flower |
| Dasthaye ke sarde sarde | hands that are cold, so cold |
| Eshghe man mesle junune | My love is like madness |
| Abe range asemune | the water-blue of the sky |
| Eshghe yek mahi be daryast | A fish's love belongs to the sea |
| Eshghe man bebin che zibast | look how beautiful my love is |
| Tak o tanha… | Alone and lonely… |
| Eshghe to akshaye pare | Your love is torn-up photographs |
| Namehaye nime kare | letters left half-written |
| Harfhaye ke na tamume | words that never got finished |
| Midunam ke bi davume | I know it will not last |
| Eshghe man sad ast o asum | My love is a hundred things, and simple |
| Pak o taze mesle barun | pure and fresh like the rain |
| Eshghe man jesseye bahare | My love's the very shape of spring |
| Tuye ghalbam mundegare | it lives on, lasting in my heart |
| Tak o tanha… | Alone and lonely… |