غزل شمارهٔ 37

None other in this tavern is, Saki, to share my mysteries; am I the first (O who can tell) conceived in heaven, on earth to dwell?

A while this spent and weary frame Thou makest dust; and on the same scatterest water; lo I see fire in the ashes presently.

Bring me that fortune ever new, the cup where lies the world to view, for, in the palace of the East, another Jamshid sits to feast.