KHwaham dil-e-pazh-murda shawad taza chu gul
ḳhvāham dil-e-pazh-murda shavad taaza chu gul
jaañ naġhma-sarā buud ba-rañg-e-bulbul
ayyām-e-ḳhizāñ josh-e-bahārī ba-zanam
bā-lāla-ruḳhī nosh kunam sāġhar-e-mul
I wish my faded heart could be fresh as rose
And my soul could sing like a nightingale !
( I wish ) I could boast of Spring in the days of autumn.
And could enjoy wine in the company of the pretty Beloved.
KHwaham dil-e-pazh-murda shawad taza chu gul
jaan naghma-sara bud ba-rang-e-bulbul
ayyam-e-KHizan josh-e-bahaari ba-zanam
ba-lala-ruKHi nosh kunam saghar-e-mul
I wish my faded heart could be fresh as rose
And my soul could sing like a nightingale !
( I wish ) I could boast of Spring in the days of autumn.
And could enjoy wine in the company of the pretty Beloved.
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