In the Magian Elder's favour Life and joyance without spare is;
In the winehouse-garden water, Yea, and wonder-goodly air is.

It behoveth all the gen'rous At his feet to lay their foreheads;
Further comment on this subject, Of good breeding, to forbear is.

All the tale of Heaven's splendour And the High-built House a figure
For the glory of the dwelling Of the grape-vine's daughter rare is.

After ruby wine our gen'rous Spirit seeketh, whilst the miser,
Striving after gold and silver, In the quest of wealth fore'er is.

In the Prime, o'er each man's forehead Passed the Pen of Fate in silence;
This the cause of mosque and josshouse, Hell the foul and Heav'n the fair, is

Unvouchsafed, without the serpent, Is the treasure. Leave thy prating;
Bouleheb's despite with Ahmed's Luck foreordered still to pair is.

True, a pure and perfect jewel Honour is; but thou, endeavour
For good works; for in high lineage And descent no honour there is.

In the quest of love and passion Day and night, for ever striving,
Hafiz' heart, by heaven's favour, In this self-same way a-fare is.