Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams
محبت ره به دل دادن صفای سینه میخواهد
به یاد دیگران بودن د ل بی کینه میخواهد...