من مست و تو دیوانه

I am drunk and you are mad — who will take us home? A hundred times I told you: drink two or three cups less

In this whole city I see not one sober soul Each worse than the next — frenzied, mad

Beloved, come to the tavern and taste the pleasure of the soul What joy can the soul have without the beloved's company?

In every corner a drunkard, hand upon hand And the cupbearer of all being, with his royal chalice

Ahd kardam ke degar mai nakhoram dar hama omor Ba joz az imshab o farda shab o shabhaye degar

Man mast o tu dewana, ma ra ke barad khana Sad bar tura goftam kam khor do se paymana

Dar shaher yake kas ra hoshyar namebinam Har yak batar az digar shorida o deewana

Jana ba kharabat ah, ta lezat jan beni Jan ra che khoshi bashad be shobat janana?

Az khana beroon raftam, mastem bapesh amad Dar har nazarash mazmar sad golshan o kashana