If wine thou drink, with somewhat Thereof earth's thirst allay:
What harm in sin, whose doing Another profit may?

Whatso thou hast, go eat it Nor grieve; for ruthless Time
The falchion of destruction Still plieth without stay.

By thy foot's dust, o cypress Full fondly cherished mine,
When I am dead, remove not Thy foot from off my clay!

In all sects, men and angels, Dwellers in heav'n and hell,
Strait-handedness and meanness Are treason to the Way.

The Architect of Heaven So made this six-square house
That no way is of 'scaping The pitfall of decay.

The grape-vine's daughter's malice Waylayeth sore the wit:
Yet may the vine-garth flourish Until the Judgment Day!

Thou'st left the world, o Hafiz, To fare the tavern-path:
The prayers of all true lovers Tend on thy pure heart aye!