#khayaam

وین عمر به خوشدلی گذارم یا نه

پرکن قدح باده که معلومم نیست

کاین دم که فرو برم برآرم یا نه

خیام - رباعیات

till when will i agonize over whether I have (stuff, material needs) or not

and if I’ll spend this life with a happy heart (could also mean optimism) or not

fill the wine cup for it is uncertain

whether I will breath out this breath that I take in or not

یا این ره دور را رسیدن بودی

کاش از پی صد هزار سال از دل خاک

چون سبزه امید بر دمیدن بودی

خیام - رباعیات

if only there was a place where one could feel at peace

or if this long path had an ending we could reach

if only after a hundred thousand years from the heart of the soil

like grass, there was hope to breath 

There are no sorrows wine cannot allay. There are no sins wine cannot wash away, There are no riddles wine knows not to read. There are no debts wine is too poor to pay. Would you forget a woman, drink red wine ; Would you remember her, then drink red wine I Is your heart breaking just to see her face ? Gaze deep within this mirror of red wine.