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.

Morning breeze, its fragrance will exhale
The old world will once again youthfully sail.

Tulip will bring a red cup to the meadows
Narcissus" eyes from poppy will grow pale.

When would nightingale put up with such abuse
In the chamber of the rose cry and wail.

I traded the temple for the tavern, fault me not
Prayer is long and stale, time is frail.

Leave not joy of the now till the morrow
Who can vouch that the morrow, the now shall trail?

Month of Sha"aban put not down the jug of wine
Till the end of Ramadan you"ll miss this Holy Grail.

Hold dear all the flowers and commune
Came to be and will whither with a breeze or a gale.

This feast is for friends, O minstrel, play and sing
Sing again, it came thus and went thus, to what avail?

Hafiz, for your sake, entered this tale
Walk with him, say farewell, he"ll tear the veil.

Officers of King of the flowers the grass adorn
The meadows welcome O God, the newly born

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What a pleasant gathering was this royal feast
Each one is seated upon his own throne

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Let your Seal, seal the fate of the Royal Seal
With your name, Satan"s hands are cut and torn

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This house is eternally the gateway through which
The winds of compassion are fragrantly blown

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Glory of the Mighty King, his mythic sword
Book of Kings, and its readers have all sworn

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Tamed the stallion of fate, put under saddle
Mighty Rider played polo, the ball is thrown

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In this land flowing waters became your sword
Planted seeds of Justice, and evil intent forlorn

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No wonder, with your goodness, if from now on
From deserts, upon the breeze musk is flown

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Hermits patiently await your good vision
Raise your hat, throw aside the mask you"ve worn

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Sought counsel of my mind, said, Hafiz, drink!
Listen to my trusted friend, pour me wine until the morn

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Gentle breeze bestow this feast with plentiful horn
The bearer, with a cup or two, those like me may scorn.

In the spring, open your heart to joyous infusions
Like flowers open up, or stay in muddy collusions

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I cannot tell you to befriend this, or drink that
Wit and wisdom display your own solutions

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Strings of the harp sing out the same advice
When worthy, you will reach your conclusions

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Each blade of grass speaks of its life"s tale
Alas if self-absorbed you"re free from inclusions

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Worry not, else you will lose your precious now
If stuck in day"s and night"s revolutions

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Though fears are strewn upon the path of Love
Pass easy if free from destination"s confusions

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O Hafiz, if fortune upon you smiles
Become prey to that Witness of illusions..

Disheveled hair, sweaty, smiling, drunken, and
With a torn shirt, singing, the jug in hand

Narcissus loudly laments, on his lips, alas, alas!
Last night at midnight, came and sat right by my bed-stand

Brought his head next to my ears, with a sad song
Said, O my old lover, you are still in dreamland

The lover who drinks this nocturnal brew
Infidel, if not worships the wine"s command

Go away O hermit, fault not the drunk
Our Divine gift from the day that God made sea and land

Whatever He poured for us in our cup, we just drank
If it was a cheap wine or heavenly brand

The smile on the cup"s face and Beloved"s hair strand
Break many who may repent, just as Hafiz falsely planned

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When you hear the lovers" words, think them not a mistake
You don"t recognize these words, the error must be your take

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The here and hereafter cannot tame my spirit and soul
Praise God for all the intrigue in my mind that is at stake

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I know not who resides within my heart
Though I am silent, he must shake and quake

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My heart went through the veil, play a song
Hark, my fate, this music I must make

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I paid no heed, worldly affairs I forsake
It is for your beauty, beauty of the world I partake

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My heart is on fire, I am restless and awake
To the tavern to cure my hundred day headache

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My bleeding heart has left its mark in the temple
You have every right to wash my body in a wine lake

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In the abode of the Magi, I am welcome because
The fire that never dies, in my heart is awake

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What was the song the minstrel played?
My life is gone, but breathing, I still fake

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Within me last night, the voice of your love did break
Hafiz"s breast still quivers and shakes for your sake

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The bright moon reflects your radiant face
Your snowcapped cheekbones supply water of grace

My heavy heart desires an audience with your face
Come forward or must return, your command I will embrace

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Nobody for good measures girded your fields
Such trades no one in their right mind would chase

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Our dormant fate will never awake, unless
You wash its face and shout brace, brace

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Send a bouquet of your face with morning breeze
Perhaps inhaling your scent, your fields we envision & trace

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May you live fulfilled and long, O wine-bearer of this feast
Though our cup was never filled from your jug or your vase

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My heart is reckless, please, let Beloved know
Beware my friend, my soul your soul replace

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O God, when will my fate and desires hand in hand
Bring me to my Beloved hair, in one place

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Step above the ground, when you decide to pass us by
On this path lie bloody, the martyrs of human race

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Hafiz says a prayer, listen, and say amen
May your sweet wine daily pour upon my lips and my face

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O breeze tell us about the inhabitants of city of Yazd
May the heads of unworthy roll as a ball in your polo race

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Though we are far from friends, kinship is near
We praise your goodness and majestic mace

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O Majesty, may we be touched by your grace
I kiss and touch the ground that is your base

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