گل سبو به دوش آمد

The flower-jug-bearer has come — where are the goblets of the silent ones? The cup of wine is bubbling — where is the clamor of the wine-drinkers?

How can you lean on a grief so heavy, O heart? Ask the jug-bearers: where are the sellers of the wine-jar?

The solitude was mine and my heart's — love joined us too For the gathering of wine-drinkers — where is the bubbling wine?

Gul sabo ba dosh amad, saghare khamoshan ko? Jame may bajoosh amad, bange badah noshan ko?

Bar ghame chonin sangin, takya chon koni ay dil? Az sabo badoshan pors, khome may feroshan ko?

Khelwate man o dil bood, ishq ham ba-maa paiwast Bazme badah noshan ra, badahay joshan bood?