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