The Poet

The melodious brook is coming down from the mountain After drinking red wine from the tavern’s spring

Just listen to the message of the ecstatic stroller Only he is living who unconcerned with resting is

In the valleys the cloud’s elegant daughter is roaming Exhibiting her love for the greenery of the meadow is

Stealing away the cup of wine from mountain’s tavern Passing throughout ups and downs suckling the fields is

If the affectionate poet also exhibits the truth Life’s cultivation greens up from his bountiful ways

Khalil’s glory is evident from his verse When his nation exhibits the Azar’s ways

For earth’s inhabitants is the recipe of eternal life The literature which is nurtured in sincere ways

If the book of literature’s wine in the world’s garden does not exist The flower, the bud, the verdure, even the garden will not exist