Translation of the song lyrics Yeki Hast - Morteza Pashaei

Yeki Hast (original)

یکی هست تو قلبم که هر شب واسه اون می نویسم اون خوابه
نمیخوام بدونه واسه اون که قلب من این همه بی تابه
یه کاغذ یه خودکار دوباره شده همدم این دل دیوونه
یه نامه که خیسه پر از اشکه و کسی بازم اونو نمیخونه
یه روز همینجا توی اتاقم یه دفعه گفت داره میره
چیزی نگفتم آخه نخواستم دلشو غصه بگیره
گریه می کردم درو که می بست می دوستم که می میرم
اون عزیزم بود نمی تونستم جلوی راشو بگیرم
می ترسم یه روزی برسه که اونو نبینم بمیرم تنها
خدایا کمک کن نمی خوام بدونه دارم جون میکنم اینجا
سکوت اتاقو داره می شکنه تیک تاک ساعت رو دیوار
دوباره نمیخواد بشه باور من که دیگه نمیاد انگار
یه روز همینجا توی اتاقم یه دفعه گفت داره میره
چیزی نگفتم آخه نخواستم دلشو غصه بگیره
گریه می کردم درو که می بست می دوستم که می میرم
اون عزیزم بود نمی تونستم جلوی راشو بگیرم
یکی هست تو قلبم که هر شب واسه اون می نویسم و اون خوابه
نمیخوام بدونه واسه اونه که قلب من این همه بی تابه
یه کاغذ یه خودکار دوباره شده همدم این دل دیوونه
یه نامه که خیسه پر از اشکه و کسی بازم اونو نمیخونه

Yeki Hast (translation)

There is one, an unextinguished ember in my chest—each night I write for her, while she drifts in sleep’s pale velvet.
I would not have her know for whom my heart so feverishly unravels, restless as storm-lashed leaves.
A scrap of paper, a pen—companions anew to this heart’s delirium, their ink threading the dark’s trembling silk.
A letter sodden with weeping, woven of salt and silence—still unread, it dissolves in the hush of exile.
One dusk, here within these four familiar walls, she turned and uttered: she would go, and all fell hollow.
I kept my lips shut—better that sorrow not root in her breast, nor shadows chill her laughter.
Tears blurred my vision as she drew the door behind her, in that moment, my life severed and confessed in a whisper.
She—my cherished, my only—her path I could never hinder, the tide drew her on, and I stood stranded.
I dread the day when dawn will break and she is gone from my gaze, and death will find me, a stone among ruins.
God, lend me your hand—I beg she never know the slow ruin unfolding inside me, a husk among memories.
Silence cracks like brittle glass—the clock on the wall ticks, chiseling hours into the marrow of solitude.
Still she refuses belief, or fate refuses me hope—each moment whispers that she will not return, not ever.
One dusk, here within these four familiar walls, she turned and uttered: she would go, and all fell hollow.
I kept my lips shut—better that sorrow not root in her breast, nor shadows chill her laughter.
Tears blurred my vision as she drew the door behind her, in that moment, my life severed and confessed in a whisper.
She—my cherished, my only—her path I could never hinder, the tide drew her on, and I stood stranded.
There is one, an unextinguished ember in my chest—each night I write for her, while she drifts in sleep’s pale velvet.
I would not have her know for whom my heart so feverishly unravels, restless as storm-lashed leaves.
A scrap of paper, a pen—companions anew to this heart’s delirium, their ink threading the dark’s trembling silk.
A letter sodden with weeping, woven of salt and silence—still unread, it dissolves in the hush of exile.