Who of Fortune's grace held worthy At Creation's date, indeed, is,
For Eternity his wish's Cup his spirit's mate, indeed, is.

Quoth I, when to make renouncement Of winebibbing I was minded,
" If this plant bear fruit, repentance Early it or late, indeed, is. "

Granted e'en I cast the prayer-rug, Like the iris, o'er my shoulder,
Unmohammedan the patchcoat Wine-dyed, anygate, indeed is

If the winecup's lamp be lacking, Sit I cannot in seclusion;
Light behoving to the pious Anchorite's estate, indeed, is.

With the glow of wine and candle Be our solitude enlightened:
Abstinence in rose-time folly For the profligate, indeed, is.

Doltishness it were the winecup From the Loved One's hand to take not,
When with friends we sit in Springtime And of love debate, indeed, is.

Strive for loftiness of spirit: " Let the goblet be unjewelled! "
Say. " The grapejuice, for the toper, Rubies-pomegranate, indeed, is. "

Good repute an thou desirest, Heart, consort not with the worthless;
Folly, o my soul, the wicked It to tolerate, indeed, is.

Though disordered seem our fashion, Hold it not in scorn, for envied
Beggarhood in this our region Of the Sultanate, indeed, is.

Yesterday quoth one, " In secret Hafiz drinketh wine " O zealot,
" What is secret undeserving For reproach to rate, indeed, is " .