بخش 2 - گناه عشق و مستی عام کردند

To love’an rapture sins gave a common sense, And made ripes wisdom a raws logic hence.

I sing songs hey! to Makkan tunes gay, Since wine in cup was poured on the first day.

You ask the spots where I played my jazz there, My friends know little I came up from where.

I opened my baggage in desert’s heat, Where I am singing in his lone retreat.