Cell sitter Hafiz yestr'even The winehouse's guest's become;
He's cast off the Compact and after The winecup in quest's become.

The loveling of youth's sweet season Came back unto him in dreams;
Again he in eld a lover And passion-opprest's become.

There passed him a Magian loveling, Waylayer of heart and faith,
And after that Friend pursuing, He strange to the rest's become.

There burnt up the bulbul's harvest The fire of the rose's cheek;
The face of the laughing candle The moth-lover's pest's become.

Thank God that our weeping of morning And evening hath not been lost!
Each drop of the tears we've showered A pearl of the best's become.

The Soufi distraught, who winecup And wine-pitcher yesterday broke,
Last night, with one wine-draught, sober And reason-possest's become

The skinker's narcissus cast hath A spell upon us, whereby
Our prayer-ring a vain assemblage Of babblers confest's become.

The dwelling of Hafiz grown is The banqueting place of the King;
His soul is the Friend's and the charmer's The heart in his breast's become.