When at dawn the Orient's candle Casteth radiance far and nigh
From the innermost recesses Of the palace of the sky,

From th' horizon's pouch the mirror Heaven draweth and therein
The world's face on many a fashion Showeth forth unto the eye.

In the coigns of the pavilion Of the Sovereign of the Spheres,
Venus, hark! the organ tuneth, With intent to sing thereby.

Hark, the cup in laughter breaketh, “Where is he forbiddeth wine?”
And the harp to clamour cometh, Saying, “Who shall Love deny?”

Note the usances of Fortune And the cup of pleasance take;
For the goodliest of fashions Everywise this is, say I.

Snare and fraud is all the browlock Of the strumpet of the world;
Men of understanding never Wrangle for that flimsy lie.

If thou wish the world's well-being, Seek of God the King's long life;
For he is a generous being, 'Vantager of low and high.

Soul of all the world, with knowledge Practice joining, Shah Shejáa,
Incarnation of God's favour, Very splendour of Hope's eye;

At his door, on servant-fashion, Hafiz, bide; for he's a king
God-obeying and obeyed is Of the world-all, far and nigh.