The advice of others is never beneficial to lovers; no one can restrain such a powerful force.
A wise person can never understand the joy of an intoxicated mind, nor can an intelligent person comprehend the state of a heart in ecstasy.
Kings would renounce their thrones if they caught a whiff of the wine that lovers drink in the assembly of the heart.
Khosrow bids farewell to his kingdom for Shirin, and Farhad strikes the mountain with his pickaxe for her.
Majnun flees from the circle of the wise out of love for Layla, and Wameq mocks the mustache of every arrogant one.
That life is wasted which passes without that delightful soul; cursed is the mind that remains oblivious to this joy.
If this sky were not as bewildered and in love as we are, it would tire of its rotation and say, "Enough, how much longer?"
The world is like a flute, and it blows through every crevice; every lament surely comes from those lips as sweet as sugar.
See how it breathes into every flower, into every heart, granting love and raising a cry against harm.
If you detach your heart from the truth, tell me, where will you place it? Without a soul, who can bear to part with their heart even for a moment?
I will stop; you be swift and climb to the rooftop tonight. Make a joyful noise in the city, O soul, with a loud voice.