Classic Poem

Strike up a moving measure, So for it sigh one may;
Sing thou a strain, whereunto Drink pottle-high one may.

If on the Loved One's threshold One win to lay the head,
The voice for exultation Lift to the sky one may.

This world and that the seirs Stake for a glance. In love,
The coin of life cast only On the first die one may.

'Tis not the cloister holdeth The mysteries of love;
The Magian wine-cup only With Magians ply one may.

Adventure with assurance Of fortune: what knowst thou?
Occasion's ball strike haply, Or e'er it hie, one may.

The things of the King's palace Befit the dervish not:
Ours the old gown, that kindle (It is so dry) one may!

Love, wine and youth the sum are Of wish: when clear th' intent
Is, strike the ball of utt'rance, Nor strike awry, one may

Small wonder if thy glances My peace steal! Caravans
By hundreds stop, with robbers Like that thine eye, one may.

With shamefastness I'm straitened: Skinker, thy succour lend,
So on her mouth, wine-boldened, A kiss apply one may.

If the Friend cast her shadow On mine eye's stream, the dust
With running water sprinkle, As she goes by, one may.

With reason, wit and knowledge, Justice to language can
One render; these all gotten, The ball strike high one may.

To thee our bowed shape abject May seem; but from this bow,
Into the eyes of foemen, Arrows let fly one may.

I ured by this hope, that fortune A door of union ope
With her, with head on threshold, For ages lie one may.

O Hafiz, by the Koran, Dissembling leave and fraud!
Haply, the ball of fortune With true men ply one may.