Happy days were when your hand was by my side,
         Signs of your love, my features beautified.
Happy days were when your words crucified,
         Then my soul resurrected, upward glide.
Happy days were when the wine, we glorified,
         God was with me while by my side was my bride.
Happy days were when your candle was my guide,
         And my heart, like a moth, your flames would ride.
Happy days were when amidst knowledge and pride
         The drunken laughter was dignified.
Happy days were when we drank from the cup in our stride,
         And told tales of the things that we tried.
Happy days were when Beloved would decide,
         On the sun and moon, in service, relied.
Happy days in the tavern I would abide
         Saw the things that from the temple would hide.
Happy days were when your signal verified;
         Made the crooked straight, Hafiz, narrow, wide.