THE JAM’S CUP
“Accept us to yourselves” Tell the rose-cheeked,
Help the heart-bereft lovers.
There is a pain in our heart, uncurable,
Show kindness to the lovers that pass away by passionate.
Step to our assembly, plunder our heart ,
Behold our bodies which out of clay and water have been kneaded.
We are the death dealers, the campanions of the leaves and branches,
The bare-foot rogues of our state are well-informed.
The wine-sellers are pure, the heart sick are drunkard,
The innocenet are the elderly, with no greed.
Take the cup of wine, forget Jam and Key-khosrow,
Also forget the child of Moon and the Dey [the times] for those like us are ensnared.