O Camel Driver, Go Gently

ای ساربان آهسته رو کآرام جانم می‌رود

O camel driver, go gently, for the peace of my soul is leaving,

وآن دل که با خود داشتم با دلستانم می‌رود

and the heart I had with me is leaving with the one who stole it.

من مانده ام مهجور از او بیچاره و رنجور از او

I am left behind, cut off from her, helpless and sick because of her;

گویی که نیشی دور از او در استخوانم می‌رود

you would say a sting, far from her, is going into my bones.

گفتم به نیرنگ و فسون پنهان کنم ریش درون

I said I would hide the wound within by tricks and spells;

پنهان نمی‌ماند که خون بر آستانم می‌رود

it will not stay hidden, for blood is running over my threshold.

محمل بدار ای ساروان تندی مکن با کاروان

Hold back the litter, camel driver; do not hurry the caravan,

کز عشق آن سرو روان گویی روانم می‌رود

for with love of that moving cypress you would say my soul is leaving.

او می‌رود دامن کشان من زهر تنهایی چشان

She goes, trailing her skirt; I taste the poison of loneliness;

دیگر مپرس از من نشان کز دل نشانم می‌رود

ask me no more for a trace of me, for every trace is leaving my heart.