لَمَّا رَأَيْتُ النيُّورُوزَ سُنَّتُهُ

صَبُّ مِيَاهٍ وَشَبُّ نِيْرَانِ

When I saw Nowruz, its tradition

Pouring water and lighting fire

نَوْرَزْتُ وَحْدِي وَالشَّوْقُ يُقْلِقُنِي

بِنَارِ قَلْبِي وَمَاءِ أَجْفَانِي

I celebrated alone, and yearning disquiets me

With the fire of my heart and the water of my eyelids