|In the coquetry and fierceness of the self there is no pride, there are no airs. |
Even if there are airs, then they are not without the pleasure of submission.
|The eye of love is in search of the living heart;|
hunting for carrion does not befit up to the royal hawk.
|In my song there is no charming and romantic grace, |
for the blast of the trumpet of Israfil is not meant to please the heart.
|I will not ask for wine from the Frank, |
saki, for this is not the way of the pure-hearted profligates.
|The rule of love has never been widespread in the world. |
The reason is this—that love is no time-server.
|One continual anxiety—whether absent or present! |
If I tell it myself, my story is not long.
|If you desire then read the Persian Psalms in seclusion; |
the midnight lament is not bereft of secrets.
Translated by: D.J. Matthews