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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qPmWEgs0ec
Poem by Şeyh Gâlib
Tedbîrini terk eyle takdîr Hudâ’nındır:
> Abandon your own schemes; destiny belongs to God.
> You do not exist; those "I's" are all illusion and doubt.
> Find love in an instant; this rare gift is for the one who finds it.
> Since time began, the world has belonged to the people of pure joy.
> **What business does sorrow have with the lover? Grief is for the people of the world.**
> **Don't let the cup leave your hand; this word is from the Master of the Tavern.**

> I observed the tavern; it has become a place of pilgrimage for the lovers.
> Its inhabitants have been freed from all formality and pretense.
> A joy has arrived, and the gathering is without fear or conflict.
> The talk of sorrow is never remembered; their dispositions have become pure.
> **What business does sorrow have with the lover? Grief is for the people of the world.**
> **Don't let the cup leave your hand; this word is from the Master of the Tavern.**

> O heart, are you not worthy of that Beloved?
> In your claim of love, are you not sincere?
> What is Azra's excuse? Are you not Vamiq?
> Why does this sorrow wander in you? Are you not a lover?
> **What business does sorrow have with the lover? Grief is for the people of the world.**
> **Don't let the cup leave your hand; this word is from the Master of the Tavern.**

> One day, my heart was mournful in the tavern of meaning;
> I had fallen into denial, as old thoughts came to mind.
> Suddenly a master appeared and gave this simple counsel:
> "Take a cup of wine in your hand and give your pain and sorrow to the wind."
> **What business does sorrow have with the lover? Grief is for the people of the world.**
> **Don't let the cup leave your hand; this word is from the Master of the Tavern.**

> Drink an overflowing cup of wine; become a master in the gathering.
> Do not step outside; be bound hand and foot to the tavern.
> Water flows to the lowest ground; fall at the foot of the wine barrel and become drunk.
> If you wish to be overflowing with passion, become utterly intoxicated like Galib.
> **What business does sorrow have with the lover? Grief is for the people of the world.**
> **Don't let the cup leave your hand; this word is from the Master of the Tavern.**