Tell me what you feel when you realize
That dreams have consumed years of your life
Cry, cry Firuze, cry for your naive innocence
Remembering your floral beauty
But that flower, having its roots in a thornbush,
Lost its fragrance, Firuze
Just like the nightingale, that the forest keeps to itself
Who will hear your voice, Firuze?
Like a wind from the Southwest, a river flowing into the Sea
You don't have to look back
One night trickles away, two nights are to lament
Why so much haste, Firuze?
Tell me what you feel when you realize
That dreams have consumed years of your life
Cry, cry Firuze, cry for your naive innocence
Remembering your floral beauty
Your sad eyes are unwilling to accept
That there is a price to pay
For a present that Heaven gave you
Your unrivaled beauty, Firuze.
Like a wind from the Southwest, a river flowing into the Sea
You don't have to look back
One night trickles away, two nights are to lament
Why so much haste, Firuze?