Though the wine is joyous, and the wind, flowers sorts
Harp music and scent of wine, the officer reports

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If you face an adversary and a jug of wine
Choose the wine because, fate cheats and extorts

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Up your ragged, patched sleeves, hide & keep your cup
Like this flask of wine, fate too bleeds and distorts

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With my teary eyes, I cleanse my robe with wine
Self-restraint and piety is what everyone exhorts

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Seek not your joy in the turn of the firmaments
Even my filtered clear red fluid, dregs sports

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This earth and sky is no more than a bleeding sieve
That sifts and sorts kingly crowns and courts

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Hafiz, your poems invaded Fars and Iraqi ports
It is now the turn of Baghdad and Tabrizi forts.