چون درخت فروردین

Like a spring tree in full blossom has become my soul I have a lapful of flowers — on whom shall I scatter them?

O soul-nourishing breeze — pass by me tonight Otherwise this flower-laden one till dawn I will not remain

I am silk moonlight in the silence of nights Like a mountain firmly rooted — lay your head in my lap

No one in the wine-drinkers' gathering knows my state Because with a blood-full heart, like a cup, I am laughing

Chon darakht farwardin pur shogoofa shod janam Damane ze gul daram bar chi kas beyafshanam?

Ay nasim jan parwar imshab az baram begzar Warna ein chonin pur gul ta sahar namemanam

Parneyane mahtabam dar khamosheye shabha Hamcho kohe paa-barja sar beneh ba damanam

Kas ba bazme may khwaran hale man namedanad Zanke ba dil por khoon chon peyala khandanam