I didn’t decide to carry the load of sorrow,
sorrow existed, this house of sorrow also existed.
I didn’t lift the Jam-e Jam to drink wine,
wine existed, this house of wine also was there.
It is said: "He who created the house of love,
let the beloved burn and the lover burnt."
The cruelty of the red rose, and the cry of the nightingale—
the candle existed, and this moth also existed.
One’s pain is too much, another’s little,
one’s heart is afflicted, another’s smiles.
