Author Shams al-Din Hafiz When there is wine, no need to cry; Army of sorrows, no need to defy. Your lips are green, bring forth the wine. Drinking at the green, everyone must try. Tags green sorrow Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments