Come, the butler who brings the present, the dignity increases, the perfection,
give me that I have fallen down in a state of confusion, and I have fallen both in vain,
come to the butler, the one in which the houris of the paradise of the angels are scattered, give it to the bartender, the one who gives a king, his purity, his heart testifies, give me
so that I can drink, the one who is in my heart from his sorrow, there is a lot of blood in my heart, the world is deceived, the story is clear, see how much the night is pregnant,
I am pregnant. I am the one who, when I hold a cup in my hand, I can see in that mirror everything that Hafez makes drunken songs, he sings a stinging song, Zohra, the song of
Mughnis friend, bring a role from that curtain, see what he said from inside the curtain, sing such a song that Nahid is dancing,
Mughni, where are you in Gulbang Rud, remember that Khosravani, the song of Bamistan, Navid, a song, send a message, send greetings.
