Kāmader has passed through Kutahār,
All folk to him must yield (?), my darling!
Hapless Māhmud, where shall he wait for thee?
An ill name I won in Kutahār, my darling!
Māhmud Gāmī.
AWAKE, MY FRIEND
Awake, my friend!
Be glad, spring has come!
Spread jasmine on the balconies,
Lasting is the glory of jasmine!
From afar I saw the Beloved come hither,
That Hourī came to my courtyard!
Breast to breast he embraced me before the people,
Openly was his coming to be seen by any!
Ah, burn my blood to clots of fondness,
Accomplish (in my heart) the love of Islam!
These things thou shouldst not reveal among drunkards,
Lest to-morrow there be reproach!