Your loving me is my aim.
To love you transcends living frame,
You are not guilty, this is my blame,
I entreat you to absolve my sin.
I hate lie and tell you true,
I am hopeless, what can I do?
Fell sorry for me and I entreat you:
“Give me a chance to admit my love”.
When I see you I am happy as child,
Everyday I look for you, but you hide,
One day you will hear that Tabriz died,
So that, I entreat you to come us once.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem