Today, new madness has arrived

It has pulled the chain of a thousand hearts

Today, from the rough hills

The sides of the sacks have been torn

Again, that desert Arab with an eighteen-year-old heart

Has bought that Joseph of beauty

All souls, with honor and fortune, all night

Have grazed in narcissus and jasmine

So that necessarily from the dawn of every soul

Agile, delicate, and has leaped up

Today, the violet field and the tulip

Have sprouted from stone and clod

The tree has blossomed in winter

In Bahman, the fruits have ripened

It is as if the God of a new world

Has created in the old world

O knowing lover, sing this ghazal

That love has chosen you from the lovers

There is a bite on your golden face

Has your silver-breasted one perhaps bitten you?

Perhaps he will caress that heart

That has beaten much in his sorrow

Be silent and enjoy the garden

For today is the deputyship of two eyes