Those, who suffer, will be ashamed at, seeing what pains I am going through,
Not finding any remedy, the healers will shed bloody tears from their eyes.
The lovers at seeing this fire will forget their own sufferings,
Wandering around mountains and valleys, they won’t find Mejnun in the plains.
A single strand of my beloved’s hair has enslaved all the Muslims,
Infidels wishing justice will follow her moaning.
If Navoi, Nizami, Firdousi hear my moaning,
They will all lose hope and forget the promises they had given.
I am spending my nights groaning, I have no hope in the daylight either,
My insatiable eyes will never have enough of looking at the face of my beloved.
Pyragy, try to be patient and forget the winter season,
He, who forgets this day, will never benefit from the fall.