إذا سقاك الدهر كأس العذاب فلا تبن الناس وقع المصاب - Omar Khayyám

Whose secret Presence, through Creation's veins Running Quicksilver-like eludes your pains; Taking all shapes from Mah to Mahi; and They change and perish all — but He remains;

The arch of heaven looks like an
upside-down cup, under which the wise
wander in vain. May your love for your beloved
be as great as the love of the bottle for the glass.
Look, how one gives and one receives, lip against
lip, the precious blood of the grapes.

ماییم که اصل شادی و کان غمیم
سرمایه ی دادیم و نهاد ستمیم
پستیم و بلندیم و کمالیم و کمیم
آیینه ی زنگ خورده و جام جمیم