غمگسار

The beloved (The one who takes the sadness away)

چه غریب ماندی ای دل نه غمی نه غمگساری

how lonely have you been left, oh heart, no passion, no beloved

نــه بــه ا نـتـظـــار یــاری ، نــه ز یـــار انـتــظــاری

not expecting any sweetheart, nor expecting anything from the sweetheart

غــم اگــر بــه کــوه گـویــم، بــگـریــزد و بــریــزد

If I‘d tell the mountain my desire, it would run away and collapse

کــه دگــر بــدیـن گــرانـی نـتـوان کشیــد بــاری

It’s impossible to drag this heavy thing (desire and love) anymore

سحرم کشیده خنجر که چرا شبت نکشته‌ ست

The morning stabs me, wondering why the night has not done that to me yet

تــو بـکــش که تا نیفـتـد دگـرم بـه شـب گـذاری

Kill me, so I won‘t see the night to do so

نه چنان شکسـت پشتـم که دوبـاره سـر بـرآرم

I’m so broke that I can’t stand straight again

منـم آن درخـت پیـری که نـداشـت بـرگ و بـاری

I’m the old tree who didn’t have any leaf or fruit