I didn’t decide to carry the load of sorrow,
sorrow existed, this house of sorrow also existed.
I didn’t lift the Jam-e Jam to drink wine,
wine existed, this house of wine also was there.
It is said: “He who created the house of love,
let the beloved burn and the lover burnt.”
The cruelty of the red rose, and the cry of the nightingale—
the candle existed, and this moth also existed.
One’s pain is too much, another’s little,
one’s heart is afflicted, another’s smiles.
Majnun is drunk from love, and Layla is drunk from coyness.
The mountain existed and this madman also existed.
The eyes of beauties were drunken and murderous.
Her tongue was like sugar, and her lips the confectioner.
The suffering boy and the loving girl existed,
the tyrant father and miser mother were also there.
That teasing that breaches faith,
the arrow of coy that pierces the soul,
It was not that Mazun was targeted last night,
the arrow was there and the target was there.