ﻧﻐﻤﻪ ﺍﯼ ﻣﯿﺨﻮﺍﻧﻢ
ﺷﺎﯾﺪ ﺁﻥ ﯾﺎﺭ ﺷﺒﯽ
ﺍﺯ ﺳﺮﺍﯾﻦ ﮐﻮﭼﻪ ﮔﺬﺷﺖ
ﻭ ﺻﺪﺍﯼ ﺩﻝ ﮔﺮﯾﺎﻥ ﻣﺮﺍ ﻧﯿﺰ ﺷﻨﯿﺪ
ﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻤﺘﻢ ﺁﻣﺪ
ﻭ ﺍﺛﺮ ﻫﯿﭻ ﻧﺪﯾﺪ
ﻭ ﭘﺲ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪﻥ ﯾﮏ ﺳﻄﺮ
ﺍﺯ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻧﺎﻣﻪ ﺟﺎ ﻣﺎﻧﺪﻩ ﺯ ﻣﻦ
ﺩﻝ ﺳﺮ ﮔﺸﺘﻪ ﻭ ﺣﯿﺮﺍﻥ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺧﻮﺏ ﺧﺮﯾﺪ
ﻗﯿﻤﺘﺶ ﺑﻬﺮ ﺧﺮﯾﺪﺍﺭﭼﻮ ﺍﻭ ﺍﺭﺯﺍﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ
ﻗﺪ ﯾﮏ ﭘﯿﭽﺶ ﻣﻮ
ﻗﺪ ﯾﮏ ﮔﺮﺩﺵ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥ ﺧﻤﺎﺭ
ﻭ ﮐﻤﯽ ﻫﻢ ﻟﺒﺨﻨﺪ
ﻗﯿﻤﺘﺶ ﺑﻬﺮ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺍﺭﺯﺍﻥ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ...