Rumi：

Your love has prepared a feast for me;

Reason came and sat in a corner;

The wine was laughing in the cup,

The jug was crying tears of blood.

The wine, archer of joy,

Has pierced the bird of sorrow with its arrows.

你的愛已經為我準備了一場盛宴；

理性來了坐在一個角落裡；

酒在杯子裡歡笑，

酒壺哭出血淚。

酒，歡樂的射手，

已經用它的箭射穿了哀傷的鳥。