Eyes an ocean making, patience To the wilderness I'll cast
And my heart, for love and longing, In the sea of stress I'll cast.

From my sinful, straitened bosom Such a sigh I'll heave, that sheer
Into Adam's sin the firebrand Of forgetfulness I'll cast.

Heaven's shafts enough I've suffered: Wine but give me; and a knot
On Orion's quiver-baldrick, In my drunkenness, I'll cast;

Yea, upon this travelling litter I the goblet's dregs will spill;
Up to yon blue dome the gurgle Of the harp, no less, I'll cast.

In the heart-possessor's dwelling Is the source of heart's content:
Thereinto myself, if fortune My endeavour bless, I'll cast.

O my moon, sun-crowned, the laces Of thy tunic loose, and then
At thy feet my head love-stricken, Like thy trailing tress, I'll cast.

Since, o Hafiz, fault and folly Is reliance on the Days,
Never more upon the morrow This to-day's liesse I'll cast.