Come, for the palace of hope is mighty frail in foundation.
Bring wine, for the foundation of life is on the wind.
l am humbled by the magnanimity of the one who is free from
Whatever that takes the color of attachment under the azure sky.
How shall I tell you what tidings the angel of the unseen world gave me
Last night when I was drunk and wasted in the tavern?
It said, «O falcon of lofty vision and high rank,
This corner of affliction is not your place.»
«You are being called from the pinnacle of the empyrean,
I wonder what you are seeking in this snare?»
Let me give you an advice. Learn and practice it.
For I remember it from my leader of the path.
Do not seek constancy in this weak-natured world.
For this crone is the bride of a thousand grooms.
Grieve not for this world, nor forget my counsel.
For I remember this loving subtlety from a wayfarer:
Be content with what is given and untie the knot of your brow.
For the gate of choice is not open for you and me.
There is no sign of loyalty and fidelity in the rose‘s smile.
Lament, O loving nightingale, you have reason for crying.
O poetaster, why should you envy Hafes?
The admirableness and beauty of speech are God-given.