Dičor 

išqe asar witk skem ẓ̌ʉ pʉzʉv
love has had an effect on my heart

akeṣ̌h tamošo wite

it has become a strange spectacle

ẓ̌ʉ č̣ezem ver čiz bolo wite
what strange wonder has befallen my eyes

windem yi surat akeṣ̌ dʉnyo wite

I saw a strange face, how the world had changed

čem witiše desten

(like) from behind the clouds

niyeṣ̌te ẓ̌ʉ mak

the moon (my love) unveiled

wuzam yow taṣ̌no wite

i became a fan of her

ẓ̌ʉ č̣ezem ver čiz bulo wite

what strange wonder has befallen my eyes

čem witiše desten

(like) from behind the clouds

niyeṣ̌te ẓ̌ʉ mak

the moon (my love) unveiled

wuzam yow taṣ̌no wite

I became a fan of her

ki wizt eṣ̌ dičor maẓ̌er

if you cross paths with me

išqe rabobe soz eṣ̌ wost

the rabab plays the tune of love  
Bulbul yem ẓ̌ʉ oɣoz eṣ̌ wost

my bulbul (bird), my day begins with this

ki wizt eṣ̌ dičor maẓ̌er

if you cross paths with me

išqe rabobe soz eṣ̌ wost

the rabab plays the tune of love
Bulbul yem ẓ̌ʉ oɣoz eṣ̌ wost

my bulbul (bird), my day begins with this

dem x̌ʉ xyol raqs eṣ̌ čarem

I dance with my thoughts

pʉzʉv zi woš woš eṣ̌ wost

my heart becomes restless in yearning

dem išqe dunyo ɣ̌itaker 

to reach the world of love

boze rang parwoz eṣ̌ wost 

it takes the flight of a falcon

dem išqe dunyo ɣ̌itaker 

to reach the world of love

boze rang parwoz eṣ̌ wost 

it takes the flight of a falcon

x̌at de x̌at en x̌an meṣ̌ yower

as if I speak to my own

x̌ʉ husner yot yot tu čar

I tell her to honor her beauty

may pirvit kuye badnazar

so that no one casts a bad gaze

x̌at de x̌at en x̌an meṣ̌ yower

as if I speak to my own

x̌ʉ husner yot yot tu čar

I tell her to honor her beauty

may pirvit kuye badnazar

so that no one casts a bad gaze

wizit eṣ̌ qayomat yaver

doomsday befalls those

kuyeṣ̌ ki tayin tu čar

who dare to gaze

yem pari ye zax̌mi če šak

the wound left by this fairy is so deep

baf eṣ̌ ne wost umare bar 

it remains unhealed for a lifetime

may pirvit kuye badnazar

so that no one casts a bad gaze

yem pari ye zax̌mi če šak

the wound left by this fairy is so deep

baf eṣ̌ ne wost umare bar 

it remains unhealed for a lifetime

ki čart eṣ̌ qisa de maẓ̌en

when she speaks to me

dʉr eṣ̌ fast yowey dandon

her teeth shine like pearls

yowey č̣ezmist maẓ̌er lale kon

her eyes are like radiant red rubies to me

ki čart eṣ̌ qisa de maẓ̌en

when she speaks to me

dʉr eṣ̌ fast yowey dandon

her teeth shine like pearls

yowey č̣ezmist maẓ̌er lale kon

her eyes are like radiant red rubies to me

armoni čam x̌ʉ ɣ̌aṣ̌en

there is a wish that she with her own lips

x̌and yi loy Azode jon

would  (she) once say, 'hey sweetheart Azod.'

šayt et šakerep wočema 

I would become honey and sugar

ki wezdim skame zabon

if her words could carry my name

yi loy ki x̌ande jone jon

would (she) once say, hey sweetheart

šayt et šakerep wočema 

I would become honey and sugar

ki wezdim skame zabon

if her words could carry my name

Poetry: Azad Zia Zarabadi 

Translation: Muhammad Ali

Narration: Mavzana Ismail