Since The Flower Withers In The Dark, By Hafiz Shirazi

Since the flower withers in the dark,
The bud blooms to leave its mark,
Happy is the heart, light as a bubble,
At the tavern is naked, stark.

چون غنچـه گـل قرابـه‌پرداز شود
نرگـس به هوای می قدح ساز شود
فارغ دل آن کسی که مانند حـباب
هـم در سر میخانـه سرانداز شود

© Shahriar Shahriari
Los Angeles, Ca
April 8, 1999


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