Give the butler of the wind that is hidden in the house, from which a hidden secret has been opened from every wise and wise person, in the mercy of the truth, in the mercy of the truth, in the veil of the truth, in the strange glass, the light of the
world has been breathed, in the vein of the soul, the passion of drunkenness, raise your hand and make a fuss, but do not make a covenant with the lovers,
unaware of the grief of my heart, the flower of my hearts garden, the lamp of my heart, the light of my heart, the light of the dawn rises. Look at me with joy and enthusiasm, look at Gulshan, do
not listen to my sadness, do not hear my voice, my hand is tied to your lap in time, O butler, raise your hand and make a fuss, but do not make a pact with lovers.
