The sound of the mountain

The sound of the mountain
The sound of the roar of the mountain, if a friend comes
Know that the creation of the universe is also his poem
If the sun appears through a colorful rock
Know that the arch of the beloved’s eyebrows remains, what is not?
The dawn, which sometimes turns into a song
The same cheer is also in his tongue and verse
The slave and follower of the guide, the drunkard, the ruined, and the cup
The bow of well-being and the curl of hair are the end of his wisdom
The one you hear a lot in his solitude
That this old woman and skin have no well-being

صدای کوه
صدای غرش کوه اگرآمد دوست
بدان که خلقت گیتی هم سروده اوست
اگر آفتاب نمود از میان سخره ای، رنگارنگ
بدان کمان ابرو دلدار می ماند چه نکوست
سحر که صدای سحر گاهی می شود به سرود
همان هلهله هم به لسان و آیت اوست
غلام و پیرو مرشد و مست و خرابه و جام
کمند عافیت و زلف غایتِ حکمت اوست
همان که در خلوتش بسیار می شنوی
که عافیتی ندارد این عجوزه و پوست