Blest may the coming of the Feast, Cupbearer, be for thee
And may thy promises go not From memory for thee!

Greet ye the daughter of the vine And say, " Come forth! For lo!
" Our favour from duresse hath wrought This setting-free for thee.

" That thou thy heart, in all these days Of severance, from friends
" Withheldst and that it suffered this, It wond'reth me for thee!

" Thank God that from this autumn wind Unto thy garth of rose,
" Jasmine and marjoram befell No injury for thee!

" Far be from thee the evil eye! Thy star renowned and luck
" Inborn from that thine exile did Return decree for thee!

" The coming of thy blessed feet Th' assembly's gladness is;
" Be every heart the stead of woe That wills not glee for thee! "

Hafiz, this Noah's ark (the cup) Look thou from hand set not:
Else will Time's deluge by the roots Pluck up Life's tree for thee.