The hidden secret of things The wise from the wine-cup's ray know;
The jewel of each man's soul By means of this ruby they know.

The worth of the book of the rose None knows but the bird of the morning;
Not all men who look on a leaf The meaning it would convey know.

The case of this world and of that To the world-knowing heart I propounded:
And it, save the love of thee, all Did subject to passing away know.

By the spells of their looks those, who know The worth of the breath of the breezes
Of Araby, rubies of stones To make and cornelians of clay know.

Past, past is the time when I recked Of the prate of the sons of the people;
And this for the secret of ease The Mohtesibs, even, they say, know.

O thou who the Lesson of Love Wouldst learn from the Record of Reason,
I fear me this subtlety rare Thou canst not by thought-taking aye know.

Bring wine, for they vaunt themselves not Of the roses of this our world's garden
Who the wind of the Autumn's despite And the ravage of death and decay know.

Unmeet the heart-ravisher deems Repose for the nonce to vouchsafe us,
Albeit too surely doth she Our sickness of heart for delay know.

These fair-ordered pearls, from his soul Which Hafiz hath wrought, for the produce
He doth of the fostering care Of the Asef and Sage of the Day know.