English
Number 13
Tonight I expect this from my blood-weeping eyes:
that they send a caravan of tears toward her street.
Surely that fire-faced beloved is coming to our gathering,
for tonight, like a candle, my soul has caught fire.
When I tied my belt to dance at the assembly, I told myself
that tonight no lover will carry his life away alive.
My heart pounds beyond all limits; I hope tonight
that my chest becomes the target for the arrow of her coyness.
The surge of my weeping leaves no room for a single word, or else
tonight I have many complaints against my sullen fate.
A flowing river appeared on every side from my weeping eyes;
Tabib, once again, tonight your mind has fallen to Isfahan.