dil ra abas ba-furqat-e-jaanana soKHtem

I burned my heart for nothing in the pain of being apart from the beloved,

Foolish one! He was inside the house, and you burned the house down.

Neither the sun burned me, nor the candle,

We were burned by the jealousy of the speck and the moth.

Maybe one night a candle will light up my dark heart,

All my life I burned like a lamp in both the temple and the Ka‘bah.

Everyone lit their homes waiting for him,

But in my home, instead of a candle, I burned myself.

Aziz, not a flame came out of our fire,

Look how we burned, bravely and completely.

I burned my heart for nothing in the pain of being apart from the beloved,

Foolish one! He was inside the house, and you burned the house down.

Neither the sun burned me, nor the candle,

We were burned by the jealousy of the speck and the moth.

Maybe one night a candle will light up my dark heart,

All my life I burned like a lamp in both the temple and the Ka‘bah.

Everyone lit their homes waiting for him,

But in my home, instead of a candle, I burned myself.

Aziz, not a flame came out of our fire,

Look how we burned, bravely and completely.