Have we no worldly gear,—'tis grief and pain:
Have we it—then its charms our feet enchain.
Can we than this a plague more troublous find,
Which absent, present, still afflicts the mind.
Agar dunya na bashad, dardmandem
Wa agar bashad, ba mihrash pae bandem
Bala'e z'in jahan ashubtar nest
Ki ranj-i-khatirast ar hast wa nest.
Wa agar bashad, ba mihrash pae bandem
Bala'e z'in jahan ashubtar nest
Ki ranj-i-khatirast ar hast wa nest.