In the bowl of this world
look at the rose of our passion my friend

even if we don’t eat together
even if we don’t sit together
we can at least dream together my friend

even if we don’t drink together
even if we are strangers
at least look at the color of our wine my friend

the sun is setting on the lanes
the river is almost at my door
at least look at our restless hearts my friend

Translated from the Siraiki by Nukhbah Khan and The Poetry Translation Centre.