I asked: what have I done that you won't even look at me?
And the affection you once had, why has it faded?
You said: for the crime that at seventy years old
you still dream of feasting, when it's time for mourning.
Explanation: The beloved chides the aging speaker for chasing joy and celebration at seventy, an age the beloved thinks should be given to sober reflection.
Original · Persian
قطعه شمارهٔ ۳
گفتم چه کردهام که نگاهم نمیکنی؟
وآن دوستی که داشتی اول چرا کم است؟
گفتا به جرم آنکه به هفتاد سالگی
سودای سور میپزی و جای ماتم است