Each pathway-farer, who unto The winehouse street his way knows,
To knock at any other door, Indeed, a vain essay knows.

Yea, from the winecup's overflow The secrets of the cloister
Each man, unto the tavern-door Whose feet have learned to stray, knows.

The crown of true debauchery Time giveth to him only
Who in the Tartar-cap-shaped cup The world-all to survey knows.

Seek not obedience from the mad, Like us; for sense and reason
The Elder of our sect to be Transgression, sooth to say, knows.

Whoever from the skinker's down Has read the two worlds' secret
The myst'ries of Jem's cup from out The dust-marks of Love's Way knows.

My heart no quarter for its life From the Friend's eye desireth,
For it the usances of that Blackhearted bird of prey knows.

For the oppression of my star Of birth, mine eyes, of dawntides,
So weep that e'en the moon's self sees And Venus far away knows.

Happy his vision that in lip Of cup and skinker's visage
The one night's crescent and the full Moon of the fourteenth day knows!

The case of Hafiz and the cup He plies by stealth, not only
Police and Mohtesib, but eke The King, whom all obey, knows;

A King august of majesty, Who the nine vaults of heaven
But as a model of the vault Of that his hall of sway knows.