search for the cup of jamshid from me, years my heart made. and for what it possessed, from a stranger, entreaty made. a jewel that is beyond the shell of existence and of time, from those lost on the shore of the sea, search it made. last night, i took my difficulty to the pir of the magians. who, by strengthening of sight, the solving of sublety made. him, happy, laughing, wine-goblet in hand...