Tied The Moon-night On Her Head

Tied the moon-night on her head,
Rose-flower from the Isfahan shawl,
Its accent is Persian, it does not know the syllable,
It goes by swinging, dadas beauty.

From the bush embroidered kerchief,
Her eyes are thin, dressed in spring,
Of pearl adorned with white throat,
Afşar beauty goes by swinging.

Its height is cypress, its lip is water,
Character from mother, dough from light,
Her smile is from a rose, her dimple is from honey,
It goes by swinging.