شاعر: رومی
وزن: مفعول مفاعلن فعولن (هزج مسدس اخرب مقبوض محذوف)
Which is the road by which I came? I would return, for it likes me not here;
One moment’s absence from the Beloved’s lane is unlawful according to the doctrine of lovers.
If only in all the village there is someone—by Allah, a sign would be completely sufficient.
How shall the finch escape? For even the simurgh is footfast in this stout snare.
My heart, do not come wandering in this direction; sit there, for it is a pleasant station.
Choose that dessert which augments life, seek that wine which is full-bodied;
The rest is all scent and image and colour, the rest is all war and shame and opprobrium;
Be silent, and sit down, for you are drunk, and this is the edge of the roof.
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