Crazy heart, there's no joy in a foreign land.
The day will come, you will think of home and weep.
Amid strangers life runs out like a handful of sand.
The day will come, you will think of home and weep.

When fortune smiles, you have so many friends.
But when it frowns, all friendship ends.
A stranger whom everyone hurts and offends,
The day will come, you will think of home and weep.

I've drained my full cup of sorrow there,
I suffered more pain than man can bear.
A stranger forever with no one to care.
The day will come, you will think of home and weep.

In your ghazals you will weep and complain
Of your heart's unrelieved, unabating pain;
Remembering the past you can never regain,
The day will come, you will think of home and weep.

You will recall the orchards and gardens,
The snow-capped summits of your native mountains,
Your youth when your energy surged up in fountains;
The day will come, you will think of home and weep.

You will remember every hour of the past.
Regret will torture you until the last.
All countrymen for news of home you will ask.
The day will come, you will think of home and weep.

Every cemetery, every grave you find
Your parents' graves will bring back to mind.
You'll pine for all that you left behind.
The day will come, you will think of home and weep.

Translated by Dorian Rottenberg