THE PLEASURE OF LOVE
The pleasure of love excep the frenzied lover nobody knows,
The pleasant burden of the separation except “Majnūn” nobody knows.
Unless you become “Farhād” you won’t taste the sweetness of separation,
The pampered never the souvenir of the sore heart knows.
Khosrow won’t find out any sign of Shirin’s sweetness,
Unless like Farhād, from inside this sweetness knows.
He must be a Joseph-like not to lose his heart in the snare of “Zulaykhā”,
Otherwise the sun and the stars are not considered fascinated by it.
The drowned in the sea sees nothing but the roar of the endless waves,
The desert traveller of your love the coast and the savannah never knows.
The lover’s appearance has neither beginning nor ending,
Our never-ending love except that, why and how, nothing knows.