Breeze of the dawning, where's the Friend's Abiding-place, ah where?
Where dwells that roguish lovers' bane, That moon of grace, ah where?

Dark is the night and far in front The Vale of Safety lies:
Where's Sina's fire? The vision where Of Allah's face, ah where?

Whoever comes into the world Th'impress of ruin bears;
Ask in the tavern where's the man Of sober case, ah where?

Glad-news bringer is he who knows The sign: much mysteries
There be; but where's th'adépt who can Their meaning trace, ah where?

Each hair of me to thee is bound By many a thousand ties;
But where are we and where the dull Revilers base, ah where?

The wit's distraught: where is that chain Of musk? The heart hath ta'en
The corner: where's her brow, the heart's Withdrawing-place, ah where?

Roses and wine and minstrel all Are ready to our hand;
But where's life's pleasantness, without The Friend's embrace, ah where?

I'm sick of mosque and dervish-cell: Where is the vintner's house?
Where is the Friend, the lovely maid Of Christian race, ah where?

Hafiz, fret not if Autumn's wind Ravage the meads of life;
Where is the rose without a thorn Upon earth's face, ah where?