By the world-illumining splendour Of Shah Shejáa his reign,
I never had strife with any For rank or wealth or gain.

Bring wine; for whenas his cresset Enkindleth the sun on high,
Down, e'en on the hut of the dervish, His radiant favours rain.

A flask and a lovesome cupmate Suffice me of this world's goods;
For all things, save these, are causes Of headache and stress and pain.

Go, wiseacre, this thy pity Change for a cup of wine;
For I am the slave commanded, Not the king sovereign.

Love from the mosque to the tavern Sent me: the wine-mate's come.
Wherefore, o friend Repentance, Farewell yet once again!

Of merit the age recks nothing: And other than this I've nought:
Lo, whither shall I go traffic With ware that all disdain?

Of Hafiz's pious fashions And whirligig prate I'm sick:
Come, tune up the harp and sing me A song! For to dance I'm fain.