Throw away my bones, my flesh and pulp,
As well as my veins, fat and peeled skin;
Take my blood – like the juice of the red tulip,
Like a drop of dew, like tears of a forsaken lover –
Pour me into a royal vat,
And watch over this sealed vat for a year.

(Manučehri, Divān, No. 20, p. 39; tr. Seyed-Gohrab)