Yet once more the East wind's breathings Musk-scattering will go;
Once more the old world rejoicing In youth and Spring will go.

The Redbud will give the jasmine The red cornelian cup;
The daffodils' eyes at the windflowers Look-levelling will go.

The grief that the bulbuls suffer, For sorrow of severance,
To the heart of the rose's pavilion, Wail-uttering, will go.

An if from the mosque to the tavern I go, rebuke me not;
For long was the exhortation And time 's a thing will go.

O heart, if thou leave till to-morrow The use of to-day's delight,
Who warrant to thee for the Present's Continuing will go?

Set not in Sheban the winecup Away from thy hand; for this
Is a sun which from sight, till the crescent The Festival bring, will go.

The time of the rose is precious; Its company reckon gain;
By this road it came to the garden; By that on the wing will go.

This, this is the friends' assembly: Come, minstrel; chant songs and odes!
How long " On this wise it gone hath And thus, " wilt thou sing, " 'twill go? "

Lo, into the Land of the Living, For thy sake, Hafiz came:
Come bid him adieu, for shortly He wayfaring will go.