1. I am in Isfahan in distress
Between expensive prices and cheap poetry

2. I have become confused by poverty and family
And high prices, and I have no escape

3. Neither staying nor leaving, and you have
Imprisoned me like a bird with clipped wings

4. If only the road were easy like it used
To be, I would have brought my loved ones closer

5. I have been placed in Isfahan among men
Generally wicked, not particularly so

6. Like talismans and images, there is nothing in them
Of people except good composure

7. How strange is one who is miserly and does not
Spend until, when he sees death approaching, he wills

8. That to the needy reluctantly. Why was he not
Generous before with eagerness?

9. Everything perishes, and good praise remains for you
The best shirt.