An Iranian garden, a prayer rug,
A basin filled with fiery wine...
How melancholic this evening hour...
Your gaze isn't as usual.
The sky is green, the earth is yellow, coral branches,
The birds above are lost in reminiscence;
We are left with the pleasure of recollection
In this fading, shadowy world!
Translated by: Mehmet Barın Erturan
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