THE LOVELORN LOVER

THE LOVELORN LOVER

THE LOVELORN LOVER

Thanks be to the jar's head, as showed the way to me,

The cup-bearer, holding a cup in hand, made me aware.

I became the door keeper of the lovers' tavern,

The intoxicated lover apponted me the door keeper.

My whole being be sacrificed to the wine-selling idol,

That through a single sip the emiment Khosrow Jam made me.

Your shining moon face oh, the cause of joy!

Swear to God that needless of the sun and the moon made me.

You bestowed a green leaf from the garden of your visage,

From all the deviant paradise dwellers, released me.

To whom should I say the grief of the sore-hearted lover,

That all his secrets within the inside let free.

Send To Friend