Thy beauty, in accord with grace, The world hath wholly taken;
Yea, for by union and accord, The world may still be taken.

The envious taper would divulge The solitaries' secret;
Thank God, the secret of its heart Hath on its tongue, see, taken.

The rose of the Friend's scent and hue Would fain herself have vaunted;
But in her mouth the East the breath Hath, jealous for thee, taken.

Of this consuming fire of love, That in my bosom lurketh,
The sun is but a spark that hath On heaven's roof-tree taken.

At peace upon the bank I was, Like to the compass-circle;
Until Time's vortex in the midst Hath, like the point, me taken.

Love of the bowl that day consumed The harvest of my being
When, mirrored from the Skinker's cheek, Fire hath its ruby taken.

Sleeve-shaking, will I get me gone Unto the Magians' quarter,
From all those ills that on Time's skirt Their hold have lately taken.

Drink, for the end of the world's case Who seëth, care off-shaking,
Lightly in hand the heavy cup, Full measure, hath he taken.

They with the Redbud's life-blood have Upon the roseleaf written,
“All ripe of wit have wine in hand, Like th'anemone, taken.”

Give wine in cup of gold, for lo! The dawn-draught of the topers,
King-like, with golden glittering sword, Hath all the world y-taken.

Th' occasion use; for, since upon The world hath trouble fallen,
The sage, to 'scape from care, himself Hath to the cup betaken.

Hafiz, since water of delight Still trickleth from thy verses,
How can exception thereunto By enviers be taken?