O wine-bearer brighten my cup with the wine
O minstrel say good fortune is now mine.
The face of my Beloved is reflected in my cup
Little you know why with wine, I always myself align.
Eternal is the one whose heart has awakened to Love
This is how Eternal Records my life define.
So proud are the tall beauties of the world
Outshines all the others this handsome spruce of mine.
O breeze if by chance you pass through friendly gardens
From me to my Beloved, please give a sign;
Ask why you choose to forget my name?
Will come the one to whom an audience you decline.
Intoxication pleases my Beloved and my Lord
To the wine, they would assign, my life"s design.
What if on Judgement Day, no favor would be gained
From eating bread and leaving a forbidden water so fine?
Hafiz, let a tear drop or two leave your eyes,
May we ensnare the Bird of Union, divine.
The sea of the skies and the gondola of the moon
With the grace of the Master, radiantly shine

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O pious of the heart, I am lost in a love, so great
O pain the hidden secrets will become open debate

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Shipwrecked we just float, O favorable wind arise,
May we one more time gaze upon that familiar trait

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Passage of time and the stars, are but what we fantasize
For compassion and kindness, it is never too late

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In the circle of wine and roses, nightingale"s song is prize
With the aroma and the wine your senses satiate

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O Thou compassionate one, life giver and the wise
One day bestow thy grace upon this mendicant"s state

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For peace of this world and the next, understand what I advise
Magnanimity the lot of friends, and with foes try to relate

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In the land of repute, our passage they will dispute
If this will not suit, don"t stay mute, and transmute dictates of fate

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When destitute and in need, let your love and passion breed
Life"s alchemy, essence and seed, unimagined wealth shall create

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If unruly with pride, with a candle"s zeal your flame will rise
Beloved turns stone to lava, and molten wax manipulate

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The Grail contains but wine, if only you realize
Then the Kingdom of the world, at your feet prostrate

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The good and wise Magi, forgivers of lives and lies
Bearer bring good news, drunkards" wine consecrate

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With this wine stained robe, Hafiz would never disguise
O untainted pure Master, exempt us from this fate.

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That beautiful Shirazi Turk, took control and my heart stole,
I"ll give Samarkand & Bukhara, for her Hindu beauty mole

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O wine-bearer bring me wine, such wine not found in Heavens
By running brooks,  in flowery fields, spend your days and stroll

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Alas, these sweet gypsy clowns, these agitators of our town
Took the patience of my heart, like looting Turks take their toll

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Such unfinished love as ours, the Beloved has no need,
For the Perfect Beauty, frills and adornments play no role

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I came to know Joseph"s goodness, that daily would increase
Even the chaste Mistress succumbed to the love she would extol

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Whether profane or even cursed, I"ll reply only in praise
Sweetness of tongue and the lips, even bitterness would enthrall

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Heed the advice of the wise, make your most endeared goal,
The fortunate blessed youth, listen to the old wise soul

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Tell tales of song and wine, seek not secrets of the world,
None has found and no-one will, knowledge leaves this riddle whole

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You composed poems and sang, Hafiz, you spent your days well
Venus wedded to your songs, in the firmaments" inverted bowl

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Where is sensible action, & my insanity whence?
See the difference, it is from where to whence

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From the church & hypocritical vestments, I take offence
Where is the abode of the Magi, & sweet wine whence

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For dervishes, piety and sensibility make no sense
Where is sermon and hymn, & the violin"s music whence

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Upon seeing our friend, our foes put up their defense
Where is a dead lantern, & the candle of the sun whence

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My eye-liner is the dust of your door and fence
Where shall I go, tell me, you command me whence

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Take your focus from your chin to the trap on the path hence,
Where to O heart, in such hurry you go whence

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May his memory of union be happy and intense
Where are your amorous gestures, & your reproach whence

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Make not restlessness & insomnia, Hafiz"s sentence
What is rest, which is patience, and sleep whence?

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O beautiful wine-bearer, bring forth the cup and put it to my lips
Path of love seemed easy at first, what came was many hardships

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With its perfume, the morning breeze unlocks those beautiful locks
The curl of those dark ringlets, many hearts to shreds strips

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In the house of my Beloved, how can I enjoy the feast
Since the church bells call the call that for pilgrimage equips

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With wine color your robe, one of the old Magi"s best tips
Trust in this traveler"s tips, who knows of many paths and trips

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The dark midnight, fearful waves, and the tempestuous whirlpool
How can he know of our state, while ports house his unladen ships

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I followed my own path of love, and now I am in bad repute
How can a secret remain veiled, if from every tongue it drips

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If His presence you seek, Hafiz, then why yourself eclipse?
Stick to the One you know, let go of imaginary trips