Oh woe to a captive who has forgotten to be trapped, the fisherman has gone,
oh the breath that is only with his grief............. I am sitting in blood because the wind is gone, I am making
a painful sigh, I am afraid of your heart , the day when the mountain of my patience is gone to the wind, it is a mercy on a captive, the mud has gone to the trap of your hair with a hundred unhappy hopes, it is
full of sadness, today the mountain and the desert have passed, Farhad is gone, O friend, the
song of the axe did not come from Bisotun tonight, perhaps Farhad has gone to a sweet sleep.
