غزل شمارهٔ 62

Eschew the West, and do not be bewitched by Europe’s wizardry; not worth barley, in my view, is all her ancient and her new.

Mighty Darius, Iskandar, Khusrau and Kaikobad – all are a blade of grass upon the way swept by a passing wind, to-day.

Life is the self to beautify, to guard the self right jealously; upon a caravan thou art – fare on with all, but go apart!

Radiant thou camest from the sky, far brighter than the sun on high; so live, that every mote may be illumined by thy brilliancy.

Thou hast not spared thy precious ring idly to Ahriman to fling – to pledge the which it were not well even to trusty Gabriel.

The tavern is ashamed, because so narrow is become our glass; a beaker take, and prudently drink wine – and then be off with thee!