Baade Kebr

How long will this wind of pride and fire of anger last? Shame on you, for you are but a mere drop of water. You became middle-aged, yet you are still like a child; You have become an elder, yet you act like an immature youth. You sit lost in play, while from left and right, The arrows of the swift-shooting wheel of heaven are flying. As long as there is a single sheep left in this flock, Fate will not cease its slaughtering. O you whose fifty years have passed while you were asleep, Perhaps you will make the most of these remaining five days of life. You are a lamp placed in the path of the wind, A house built in the pathway of a flood. The pinnacle of perfection is the beginning of decline; The flower sheds its petals at the very moment it is fully watered. Remember the brick that will be your pillow in the grave, O you who now lay your head in the lap of your loved ones. Struggle and strive with all your strength and effort, For, strangely, you are sinking in the midst of a deep whirlpool. O you whose fifty years have passed while you were asleep, Perhaps you will make the most of these remaining five days of life.

Ta key in bad-e kebr o atash-e khashm Sharm badat ke qatreh-ye abi Kohl gashti o hamchenan tefli Sheykh budi o hamchenan shabi To be bazi nesheshte o ze chap o rast Miravad tir-e charkh-e partabi Ta darin galleh gusfandi hast Naneshynad falak ze qassabi Ey ke panjah raft o dar khabi Magar in panj ruzeh daryabi To cheraghi nahade bar rah-e bad Khaneh-i dar mamar-e seylabi Montaha-ye kamal, noqsan ast Gol berizad be vaqt-e sirabi Khesht-e balin-e gur yad avar Ey ke sar bar kenar-e ahbabi Dast o pa'i bezan be chareh o jahd Ke ajab dar miyan-e gharqabi Ey ke panjah raft o dar khabi Magar in panj ruzeh daryabi