Come, for Heav'n's Turk a raid upon The Fast-tide's tray hath made;
The Feast's new moon the sign to pass The wine-cup gay hath made.

Guerdon for fast and pilgrimage He only garnereth
Who visitation oft unto Love's winehouse-clay hath made.

Our true, our native dwelling place The tavern-corner is;
God guerdon him with good who this Abode (I pray) hath made!

Fair fall his prayers and suppliance, Who, thorough grief and pain,
With the eye's water and heart's blood, His soil away hath made!

Look in the Friend's face: to this eye Be grateful; for what use
Of sight it maketh, it with true Discernment aye hath made.

What is the price of ruby wine? The jewel of the wit.
Drink, for he gaineth by this trade Who the essay hath made.

Out on the city elder, whose Askance narcissus-eye
Of those who drain the goblet's dregs Its mock to day hath made!

Prayer in the prayer-niche of thy brows He only offereth
Who with blood-water of the heart His soil away hath made.

If the assembly of th' Imam Should question, " Shift to day
" For fulling [of his clothes] with wine The Soufi " , say, " hath made. "

The tale of love from Hafiz hear, Not from the 'monisher,
For all th' expounding art whereof The wight display hath made.