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Dew‐drops glisten on flowers that bloom in the spring; The breeze, the jasmine, and the rose have failed To raise the tumult of joy and liveliness, For flowers here lack the spark and fire of life.

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Reason makes the traveller sharp-sighted. What is reason? It is a lamp that lights up our path. The commotion raging inside the house— What does the traveller’s lamp know of it!

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Give to the youth my sighs of dawn; Give wings to these eaglets again, This, dear Lord, is my only wish— That my insights should be shared by all!

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Thy world the fish’s and the winged thing’s bower; My world a crying of the sunrise hour; In Thy world I am helpless and a slave; In my world is Thy kingdom and Thy power.

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Due to Thy benevolence, I am not without merit, However, I am not a slave to a Tughral or a Sanjar; It is my nature to see the world as it is; But, in no case, am I the Cup of any Jamshid!