I am a tavern dweller, about the beloved don’t ask me,
I am dumb, don't ask the distressed dumb to speak.
Being busy with my own blindness and absoleteness,
From such a blind one, vision and sight don’t ask.
Your love-sick eyes have made me sick,
Except the delirium, no other words from a patient like me don’t ask.
With the calandar don’t communicate, and if you communicate never,
Sagacity, verse and tradition ask.
I am intoxicated with the wine of your lover, from the intoxicated,
Noble advice uttered by the wise don’t ask.