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هر روز برآنم که کنم شب توبه

از جام پیاله لبالب توبه

 اکنون که رسیده وقت گل توبه کجاست

در موسم گل زتوبه یارب توبه

I resolve daily that at dusk I shall repent
For a night with a cup full of wine spent.
In the presence of flowers, my resolve simply went
In such company, I only regret that I ever resolved to repent.