1. I weep in the depths of prison, I weep
Its echo resonates in the depths of my soul

2. I weep, for sorrows have flowed
Like my wounds flowed

3. I weep, what good is weeping
If it does not benefit or make my mornings good

4. I weep, and with the most sacred secret
Do not reveal or confess my weeping

5. I weep, for your body is like
My body, shrouded by despair

6. I weep, for your soul is like my
Soul, burned by passion

7. I weep, for your self is like my
Self, which could not find provision or pasture

8. Oh what misery, oh what misfortune
My wretched sister who loves the wretched

9. I weep, for your heart is like my
Heart, which did not dress its wounds

10. I weep for the ruins of youth
And reminisce on its days

11. I weep for innocent love
And shroud its dreams

12. I weep for the sincere heart
And bid farewell to its illusions

13. I weep over the grave of wishes
In the depths of your sad heart

14. I weep, for spring has passed
And the fertile valley become barren

15. I weep, for there is many
A moonlight where a nightingale weeps

16. And there many a flower
Has withered and many a tender branch

17. My nights, my consolation, my
Life, my only hope

18. Differences have folded our carpet
And life of luxury has changed

19. The memories plead
For the dress of the distant past

20. They yearn for our miserable present
And lament the happy past

21. Oh daughter who was buried alive
In the bosom of vileness

22. And tyranny went on to shed the blood
Of every oppressed heart

23. My fervor for those feelings
and noble senses

24. And for your beauty and tender
youth, my fervor, O my beloved

25. Oh what barbarity, confusion
and ignorance

26. Oh what lowness, vulgarity
and meanness

27. They sold you for a cheap price
So where is justice, O Layla?

28. And made you drink a cup
Filled with sorrow to the brim

29. They dragged you and threw you
In the prison of old traditions

30. How much you suffered therein
From sterile methods

31. You knew no compassion from a
Harsh father and vile mother

32. Oh how crime has given birth
To cruelty

33. They veiled you from my eyes
And my heart penetrates the veil

34. So let them in vain block
A thousand doors between you and I

35. It is war, and oh Lord, how much
Was it declared by foxes and wolves

36. They ignite the fire of greed
And its fuel is the passion of youth

37. They forced you into marriage
With that despicable old man

38. He tempted them with money, and
Money is everyone's idol

39. So they dashed our hopes
And robbed noble love

40. No garden was destroyed like a rose
While still in the spring of youth

41. They beautified these events and adorned them
With lies

42. In them many livers melted
And many ribs were burnt

43. Many passions were destroyed
Many selves withered and many tears shed

44. And still no deterrent
Nor anyone to prevent this among the living

45. The maiden of the alley was married off
To her beloved husband

46. Did she despair or fulfill
Her golden dream with this wedding?

47. And mercy on her, for she was
Married off to a dreadful prison

48. And therein became easy prey
To torment, grief and melting worries

49. Was there anything to welcome her
Besides the specter of misery?

50. She was brought in to him at night,
So for her it was an eternal night

51. Her hands were chained, how much with them
She wreaked havoc, if only her hands were chained

52. And they turned a deaf ear to her screams
Her pure blood and cries of distress

53. Or were her family, relatives and friends present
Except for villains, strangers and dogs?

54. They bid her farewell, so tell me
After the book is folded

55. What torture did she face
In that frightening grave?

56. Layla, and what is the world
Except for the generous and generosity?

57. Alas, an illness that has spread
And a wound cut deep

58. Treat gently, for how much he complained of the oppression of the old ways
And the tyranny of the ignorant prevailed over the angels of bliss

59. Oh what absurdities, crimes
Tragedies and comedies!

60. Maidens have become like bonded slaves
And principles and consciences

61. Have become merchandise, sold and bought
Publicly in city markets

62. And those who profit from them
Have our congratulations and good tidings!