Bada Ha Khalist

The wine cups are empty, empty — where is the goblet and the flask? The tavern door is shut — where is the beautiful cupbearer?

I who have lost my way in the desert of madness — O sages Where is the calm road of the world's felicities?

The stars are sleeping side by side in the heavens Where, in the end, have those winks and those flickerings gone?

Bada ha khalist, khali, saghar o mina kojast? Darb maikhana ast basta, saqie zeba kojast?

Man ke rah gom kardaye dashte jononam, aqelan Rahe arame sahadat hay ein dunya kojast?

Akhtaran pahloye ham dar asomanha khofta and Akher an chashmak zadanha o tapidanha kojast?