No. 1: We departed, you know of our sorrowful heart - To what end does our bad fortune lead us?

No. 2: The dawn of fortune rises, where is the cup like the sun - Where could there be a better moment? Pass the cup of wine.

No. 3: If you call with kindness, it adds to the grace - And if you banish with wrath, our hearts remain pure.

No. 4: His sorrow has found shelter in my heart - My mind, like his locks, has turned to madness.

No. 5: My desire for the spring breeze took me to the desert - The wind carried your scent and stole my peace.

No. 6: The flask again slipped from my hand - Once again, the wine showed me its treachery.

No. 7: Me, righteousness, and health? No one would believe - That anyone would expect such from a tavern rogue.

No. 8: My affairs find no order from the wheel of fate - My heart has turned to blood from pain, yet no cure comes.

No. 9: In any desire where only lightning is sought - If a harvest burns, it should come as no surprise.

No. 10: Beloved, your beautiful face is gracefully adorned - As if your lips were shaped from sweet life itself.

No. 11: Rejoice, O heart, for a Messiah-like breath is coming - From whose sweet breath the scent of someone dear arises.

No. 12: O heart, how long will you spill blood? Have shame, O eyes - You too, find rest, and fulfill the heart’s desire at last.

No. 13: The morning breeze brings peace to the soul with the rose's arrival - Where is the sweet-singing nightingale? Tell it to sing!

No. 14: Darling, who told you not to ask about our condition? - Become a stranger, and ask no tales of familiarity.

No. 15: When effort and struggle do not advance a matter - Leave it to the Creator, to His wisdom and will.

No. 16: For travelers, love is enough as a guide - I made tears the pathway toward it.

No. 17: It is the day of Eid, and I ponder today - To give away the fruit of thirty days and take up the cup.

No. 18: O you, whose beauty in the garden resembles a wildflower - The curls of your locks are as fragrant as Chinese musk.

No. 19: O you, whose radiant face brightens the lamp of sight - The world has never seen eyes more enchanting than your drunken ones.

No. 20: Last night, I secretly entered the castle of my beloved, Sangnak - Gently, I placed my steps and reached the balcony of Sangnak.

No. 21: O melodious minstrel, sing anew and ever fresh - Seek the soul-reviving wine, anew and ever fresh.

No. 22: If your disheveled locks fall into the hands of the morning breeze - Wherever there is a heart, it will fall into the trap of calamity.

No. 23: Behold the crescent of Muharram and seek the goblet of joy - For this is the month of peace and the year of harmony.

No. 24 - Saqi-Nama 9: If I am to perish in drunken ecstasy - Let it be in the way of the intoxicated, as I return to the soil.

No. 25: O you, whose blushing cheeks resemble blooming roses - Upon your sweat, the goblet of wine takes pride.

No. 26: By the glory of the world-illuminating reign of Shah Shuja - Who had no quarrel with anyone over wealth or status.

No. 27: The light of God reveals to you the mirror of simplicity - Enter through our door if you seek eternal love.

No. 28: Alas for the robe of youthful beauty - If only it bore the embroidery of eternity.

No. 29: The nightingale laments, while the rose smiles beautifully - How can the heart not burn when the beloved sets it aflame?

No. 30: Begone, O ascetic, and invite me not to paradise - For God decreed me as one of its dwellers from the beginning.

No. 31: With every breath, I cry out from the pain of your absence - Alas, if my plaintive wail does not reach you on the wind. *(Attributed to several poets)

No. 32: Your love is not trivial to be cast out from the heart - Your affection is not fleeting to find another place. *(Attributed to several poets)

No. 33: O cupbearer, bring the goblet of wine - Bring a few cups of pure wine. *(Attributed to several poets)

No. 34: May no one be as weary as I, afflicted by separation - For my entire life has passed in the torment of separation. *(Attributed to several poets)

No. 35: The customs of disloyalty have emerged - No trace of familiarity remains from anyone.

No. 36: Bring the wine and relieve me from intoxication - For with wine alone, one can dispel anguish.

No. 37: O breeze, you carry the scent of the beloved - For that, you carry a musk-laden fragrance.

No. 38: Go, O ascetic, with the hope you have - For I too, like you, have my hopes.

No. 39: This abode is a place of presence and a garden of peace - Enter through this door with joy and revelry.

No. 40: At night, from the minstrel who had a joyous heart - I heard the soul-burning wail of the reed.

شماره ۴۱: It would be kind if you do not hide your face from beggars, so that our eyes may see your face, fulfilling the desires of our heart. *(Attributed to several)

شماره ۴۲: Until your beauty calls the lovers to union, - my soul and heart fall into the snares of your hair and beauty.

شماره ۴۳: There is no place more beautiful than the alley of the tavern, where, in my old age, I find solace.

شماره ۴۴: Since today in the world of goodness, success is attainable, - perhaps you will bring joy to the lovers from your lips.

شماره ۴۵: Saqi, if you are inclined to us, - may nothing but wine be before you!

شماره ۴۶: Go, O my physician, for I have no news from my head; - By God, I will release my soul, for I have no news from my soul.

شماره ۴۷: My beloved and my soul-tender have taken my heart and soul - they have taken my heart and soul, my beloved and my soul-tender. *(Attributed to several)

شماره ۴۸: It is the festival and the season of flowers, Saqi, bring wine - at the time of the flowers, when the eye has set aside its glass of wine.

شماره ۴۹: The day the heavens have forsaken me - no one has seen me with a smile full of laughter.

شماره ۵۰: Now that the garden has turned from a flower into a paradise, - Saqi, seek the colorful wine at the edge of the boat.

شماره ۵۱: From that ancient wine, the farmer has nurtured it, - in the village, I will seek a new life for myself.

شماره ۵۲: The night has ended, and the story remains - we did not thank you, and the complaint still remains.

شماره ۵۳: Either my work will fulfill the desires of my wounded heart, - or the kingdom of my heart will become without the kingdom of my soul.

شماره ۵۴: The path of your quest is filled with the thorns of grief - where is the traveler who has these steps?

شماره ۵۵: I said you made a mistake, and the plan was not this - they replied, what could be done, as fate has decreed it thus. *(Attributed to several)