There is no drunkenness but that of love.
Love is enough misery, even for you.
If thoughts of war run through your enemy’s heart, Fear of your blade will cut him, limb from limb. Your justice lets hawk and finch share the sky.
By your will night and day embrace.
From now on be happy, the winds of death
Will uproot the trees of malicious lives.
While a trace of this world still remains,
While the wheels of this grand universe turn,
Joy to your well-wishers, may they feast in bliss. May those jealous of your glory moan from grief.
Your justice, Rudaki
