A glimpse of our passionate love story is

These tales that they have made of Farhad and Shirin.

No long eyelashes and magical coquetry did

What that long tress and dark mole have done.

O cupbearer, give wine, for there is no remedy against the eternal decree,

What they have ordained cannot be changed.

Do not look down with contempt upon the earthen bowl of the free-spirited,

For these companions have served the world-seeing cup.

The dust of the beloved's street has a soul-giving fragrance,

The mystics have perfumed their sense of reason there.

O cupbearer, where will a madman like me embrace

The daughter of the vine (wine) for whom pure reason has been the dowry?

The earthbound are deprived of a sip from the cup of the noble ones,

See this tyranny that they have committed against the poor lovers.

The wing of a crow and a kite is not beautiful for hunting and capture,

This grace has been bestowed upon the falcon and the royal falcon.