Nami danam che manzil bood shab jaahe ki man boodam;
Baharsu raqs-e bismil bood shab jaahe ki man boodam.
Pari paikar nigaar-e sarw qadde laala rukhsaare;
Sarapa aafat-e dil bood shab jaay ki man boodam.
Khuda khud meer-e majlis bood andar laa-makaan Khusrau;
Muhammad shamm-e mehfil bood shab jaay ki man boodam.
(Read this poem in Persian script)
I wonder what was the place where I was last night,
All around me were half-slaughtered victims of love,
tossing about in agony.
There was a nymph-like beloved with cypress-like form
and tulip-like face,
Ruthlessly playing havoc with the hearts of the lovers.
God himself was the master of ceremonies in that heavenly court,
oh Khusrau, where (the face of) the Prophet too was shedding light
like a candle.
Baharsu raqs-e bismil bood shab jaahe ki man boodam.
Pari paikar nigaar-e sarw qadde laala rukhsaare;
Sarapa aafat-e dil bood shab jaay ki man boodam.
Khuda khud meer-e majlis bood andar laa-makaan Khusrau;
Muhammad shamm-e mehfil bood shab jaay ki man boodam.
(Read this poem in Persian script)
I wonder what was the place where I was last night,
All around me were half-slaughtered victims of love,
tossing about in agony.
There was a nymph-like beloved with cypress-like form
and tulip-like face,
Ruthlessly playing havoc with the hearts of the lovers.
God himself was the master of ceremonies in that heavenly court,
oh Khusrau, where (the face of) the Prophet too was shedding light
like a candle.