Yesternight thy languorous glances Of my life and soul beraught me;
But thy ruby lip with kisses, Of its favour, new life brought me.

No to-day's growth my love-liking For that musky down of thine is;
Long time with the wine of passion Hath its crescent-cup distraught me.

Well my constancy this showeth That, in spite of thine oppression,
From thy quest I rested never, Albe weariness besought me.

Righteousness nor yet amendment Hope from me, the tavern-haunter;
For unto the topers' service, Ere I was, The Fates forethought me.

In Love's way an hundred perils, On Death's thither side, are: say not,
“Once Life ended, I'm delivered From the woes which Love hath wrought me.”

With the arrows of the envious What concern have I henceforward,
Since with yonder bow-browed loveling Union, indeed, I've bought me?

Well, forsooth, I've earned thy kisses, Since, for all thy scorn and rigour,
Love and faith I've never broken, Never did but what they taught me.

Wellaway! A warrior fair one Stole my heart and then forsook me.
Woe is me, except the Sultan's Favour by the hand had caught me!

Hafiz' fame to heav'n uplifted Was for wisdom; but the chewing
Of the bitter cud of sorrow For thy box-tree low hath brought me.