[Verse 1] I am a poet, yes that poet, I lift my pleading eyes to the sky And behold the image of fallen feathers Absent-minded I keep gazing far toward crimson clouds By the gestures of a silent blue what longing awakens within my soul The monsoon of my chest overflows to which vocal does it rise In my heart surges a tide, a weeping ocean that makes even grandmothers cry In the intoxication of dream wine, forgetting the harvest, forgetting myself I have kept myself mad [Chorus] Through a lifetime what riddle it was that never became my simple wish Step by step the island dances alas and riddles run along every road In an instant I forget the bindings of fate that govern the earth All my life in whimsical delight I have kept the cup brimming Kissing the flat earth like a child I quietly fall asleep Upon the bosom of the syrus tree [Verse 2] In the olive garden I grove across sweet fields at the edge of peoplos Like a parrot in a flash when did I come drifting here A boatman's tune blends with dusk's darkness by the riverbank On the sandy bed from the river's slanting water smoke rises in curling mist At night beneath a lonely star perhaps my beloved's ghazal practices on tune [Outro] Here like torn veils, a ruined bird's nest Here dwell the sorrows of motherless children, only a crowd of widows Some far-off sky at the edge of twilight It calls me at the hour of work and calls even amid idleness (Vocalizing)
