Cupbearer, pour wine!
What is the delay?
Why do You hesitate to do
good deeds?
Since the lovers’ affairs are in
Your hands,
be gracious! Why are You
deliberating?
You keep the inner state of
an entire people in ruin
and still You exempt Yourself
from accusations and blame.
When You are ruining the tavern’s prosperity
with these dealings,
do You know what you are doing
to the master?
Our cry has reached to the placeless
all because of You,
yet You nonchalantly blame it all
on fate.
The novices are caught up
in their immature thoughts.
Why do You give form
to such crude imaginations?
Since you know that the Cupbearer’s delay
is for the best,
why then, Nurbakhsh, do you keep up
this pointless complaining?