From the sorrow of your love, the heart of Sheida broke the glass on the night of Yalda,
it was enough that I hit the thorn of the Mughalan on the bottom of the thorn of the Mughalan all broke in the leg, we are all eyes and you are the light, O Sanam, the evil eye is far away from you, O Sanam, the
hair and the cheeks are scattered, disturb the collective moods, woe and the state of my mad heart,
I cannot avoid you, I can no longer be patient with you.
