When you are not with me, what would be left of me?
What would be left of me but this constant wearing down?
What would be left of me but this continuous repetition?
My repetition in me, what would be left of me?
What would be left but a mind tired of repeating loneliness,
but a dust in the cover of the body?
What will become of late days with no tomorrow?
What would be left of the bright, bygone moments?
When you are not with me, what would be left of me?
What would be left of me but this constant wearing down?
What would be left of me but this continuous repetition?
My repetition in me, what would be left of me?
What would be left of me without you in the frame of the shirt
[even] if I'm the mountain, if [I'm] the sun, if [I'm] the sea
Without you, how could the lonely world become any different
What would be left but the dust, the man and the iron?
When you are not with me, who would ask of me?
What would be left of [for] the poem and the poet but the night and lamenting?
When you are not with me, what would be left of me?
What would be left of me but this constant wearing down?
What would be left of me but this continuous repetition?
My repetition in me, what would be left of me?
Lyrics by: Ahoora Imān
Composed by: Bābak Bayāt
Arranged by: Bāmdād Bayāt
ترانه: اهورا ایمان
آهنگ: بابک بیات
تنظیم: بامداد بیات