ای زلف تو هر خمی کمندی)2
چشمت به کرشمه چشم و بندی چو بندی)2
Last night I told my sorrows to my own Heart
when the dawn came everybody was retelling them
I was alone and my heart revealed my secrets
One should not tell his sorrows to his heart anymore
My mistress , every string of your hair is like lariat
Your eyes have coquetry when you close them