The ancient carouse of Jemshid
With a tinkling of wine-cups returns;
And pleasure from nightfall till dawn
With cyclical dances returns.
The mirrors of pleasure reflect
The flames of the torch of the heart;
With a thousand moons and stars
Beauty with passion returns.
The souls of the chantings of old
Rise open and bright to the sky,
And Rast and Mahur and Ussak
Are here as Muhayyer returns.
The fountain of joy is redeemed,