“I know not of the maker’s intent,
in heaven belong, or to ugly hell sent.
Cup, lover, and music next to the field
exalts more than heaven’s promise”
“How sweet is mortal Sovranty!”—think some:
Others—”How blest the Paradise to come!”
Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest;
Oh, the brave Music of a distant Drum!
“before you vanished from this world,
drink, once drunk sparrows are gone”
by Amir Hossein Nouri (Iran)