As long as there is a name and a sign of the tavern,
My head will be the dust of the road of the Magians Pir.
The ring of the Magians Pir has been in my ear since Azal.
I am as I was, and I will be as I am.
When you pass by my grave, pray for a blessing.
For this place will be the shrine of the world s rends.
Go away, O selfish ascetic! The mystery behind this veil
Is hidden from your eye and mine, and will remain so.
My lover-slayer Turk went out drunk today.
I wonder what other person›s blood will run from his eye!
From the night my head is laid in the grave till the morning of
Resurrection, my eye will be anxious to see you.
If Hafes s luck helps him in this way,
The beloved s tress will be in the hands of the others.