Intent, save of oppression, Thou seest, the fair hath not;
The pact she broke and pity On our despair hath not.

Lord, chide her not, albeit My heart, dove-like, she slew
And of the Temple-pigeons Respect or care hath not.

'Twas Fate, not she, injustice That did me; else the Friend,
Save in the way of kindness, Intent to fare hath not.

Withal, whoe'er abasement From her hath not endured
Regard from any person Or any where hath not.

Bring thou of wine, cupbearer, And to the censor say,
" Rail not, for such a goblet Jemshid, I swear, hath not " .

The wretch who hath not compassed Her threshold's sanctuary
The desert passed, but entered In Mecca's air hath not.

Fair fall the tipsy toper Who this world and the next
Giveth from hand and sorrow For whatsoe'er hath not!

Hafiz, the palm of versecraft Bear thou; for yonder foe
Merit, or even knowledge Of what it were, hath not.