Those who heard good stories in their lives You saw all kinds of game gamble Those who read Hafizs poems in the back of the night All the way to go, but they stayed on the way
Tell them where somebody is always in the past How to make How to make Now their stories are drunken in the drunkenness but they dont always get drunk there
Tell them that someone here is always Someone always sitting at this alley
No more and no more Captive Finally dies there one night at this alley
Tell them here is always a person Always sitting in this alley
Tonight I am happy and mad and drunk and sonnet I have taken refuge in the cup Join Over my friends, I stay in the corner of the pub I stay
No longer the hearts of the snowflakes No longer the house to come to your lips and talk Everybody knows that he is captured Sitting
