Come, let us change the rule of heaven,
let us change fate by revolving a heavy measure of wine;
though the police-captain makes trouble, we will not worry,
and if the king himself sends a present, we will reject it. 2160
Though Moses converse with us, we will not say a word;
though Abraham be our host, we will decline him.
Battling, the tribute-snatchers of the grove
we will turn away from our garden’s gate with empty basket;
peacefully, the birds that flutter their wings at dawn 2165
we will send back from the grove to their nests.
You and I are of Haidar, so no wonder would it be
if we turn back the sun towards the East.