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ay sâqî, az-ân bâda ke awwal dâd-î
riTlê dô dar andâz-o be-y-afzâ shâdî
yâ châshniyê az-ân na-bâyast namûd
yâ mast-o kharâb kon, chô sar be-g’shâd-î

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English Translation

O cupbearer, from that wine which you first gave,
Toss in two [more] cups worth and increase (my) happiness.
Either a taste of it must not be made known,
Or, if you have opened the [jug’s] top, you must make (me)drunk and ruined.

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