A sojourn of peace and safety, Sheer wine and a loving friend,
Now glory to God for favour, If Fortune to thee these send!

The world and its need and its fashions Are nothing in nothing all;
Nay, thousands of times this saying For truth have I proved and kenned.

Go, find thee a place of safety And reckon time's plunder gain;
For highwaymen lie in ambush For all in Life's way that wend.

Alas and alack that I knew not Till now that the one belov'd,
The Loved One, the sole elixir Of happiness is in the end!

Come drink; for the lip of the loveling To leave and the laugh of the cup
A whim is, to which no credence Doth understanding lend.

One whit of that charm of beauty, That hides in thy dimpled chin,
The deepest of thoughts avail not Its depths to apprehend.

O where is a man of mettle, That he may guide us to good?
For we on no wise may light on The way to the house of the Friend.

Albeit thy waist hair-slender Be never for such as I,
That subtle conceit doth solace Withal to my soul commend.

What wonder an if my tear-drops Cornelian-colour be?
The seal of mine eye in redness Cornelian doth transcend.

Quoth she to me, laughing, " Hafiz, The slave of thy will am I. "
Alack, how she still befooleth And flouteth at me, perpend!