English
The Presence of Pain
Even if I were sorrow and grief from head to toe,
it would still be less than the pain I carry because of you.
How could you not touch the sky with your head? Your worth is so high
that wherever you set foot, others lay their heads beneath it.
My heart, treasure even the presence of pain and grief, for time keeps
no faithful promise; a moment together is a prize worth seizing.
From the beautiful, a little cruelty and a little kindness is fair enough;
but from me you get love and loyalty, and from you only cruelty and pain.
A single sip of water from a dog's clay bowl in my beloved's street
is sweeter to me than the wine poured in the cup of Jamshid.
If you want release from mere existence, become a lover, Mohyi;
for the first step in loving angel-faced beauties is to vanish from the self.