Art thou a friend well-willing? True to the given plight be;
Fellow of bath and closet, Rosegarth and day and night be.

Into the breeze's clutches Give not thy wildered tresses;
Unto the hearts of lovers, “Wildered,” say not, “outright be!”

If with the prophet Khizr Thou wouldst be fellow-sitter,
Still, as thou wert Life's water, Hid from Sikender's sight be.

Not for each bird that flieth Is it Love's psalms to warble.
Come; of this songful bulbul Rose the new-blown and bright be.

Ours be the path of service, Ay, and the bondman's usance;
And to thyself, 'fore heaven, Lotted the Sultan's right be!

Sword on the Holy Places' Game look thou draw no longer
And of the hurt repentant, Done to our heart and spright, be.

Thou'rt the assembly's candle: One-tongued be and one-hearted;
Look on the moth's endeavour And smiling as the light be.

In love-looks the perfection Of heart-charming and grace is;
Thou of the age's rare ones, In th'usance of insíght, be.

Peace, Hafiz, nor complaining Make of the Friend's oppression:
Who bade thee love-distracted For yonder fair-faced wight be?