Those with the glance Who gold of the dust they espy make,
Ah, might they us blest With a look from the tail of the eye make!
From leaches self-styled My pain better hide: They shall haply
With balm from the stores Of the Viewless me whole by and by make.
Since welfare etern In debauchery's not nor devotion,
'Twere best our affair That we over to God the most High make.
Since never the veil From cheek the Beloved One draweth,
A diff'rent conceit, Each man for himself, thereof why make?
To day, in the veil Much knav'ry betideth. I wonder
What excuse will the folk, What time the veil's rended in twy, make?
Marvel not if the tale Of the heart, on fair fashion expounded
By people of heart, Very stones to lament and to cry make.
Be not without heed; God wot, in Love's auction-mart, sages
Their usance with none But known ones to sell and to buy make.
Drink wine, for defaults An hundred from sight hid are better
Than one act of faith, Which folk with dissembling a lie make.
A shirt, whence there came The fragrance of Joseph to-me-ward,
His brethren's despite A surcoat thereof will, fear I, make.
The winehouse towárd Fare thou, so the host of thy lovers
Their prayers for thy weal May, whenas thou passest therenigh, make
To enviers unknown, Call me to thyself; for the gen'rous
Their kindnesses oft A secret from all but the sky make.
Ne'er, Hafiz, to man Vouchsafed was abidal of union:
Kings little account Of beggars before them that lie make.
Ah, might they us blest With a look from the tail of the eye make!
From leaches self-styled My pain better hide: They shall haply
With balm from the stores Of the Viewless me whole by and by make.
Since welfare etern In debauchery's not nor devotion,
'Twere best our affair That we over to God the most High make.
Since never the veil From cheek the Beloved One draweth,
A diff'rent conceit, Each man for himself, thereof why make?
To day, in the veil Much knav'ry betideth. I wonder
What excuse will the folk, What time the veil's rended in twy, make?
Marvel not if the tale Of the heart, on fair fashion expounded
By people of heart, Very stones to lament and to cry make.
Be not without heed; God wot, in Love's auction-mart, sages
Their usance with none But known ones to sell and to buy make.
Drink wine, for defaults An hundred from sight hid are better
Than one act of faith, Which folk with dissembling a lie make.
A shirt, whence there came The fragrance of Joseph to-me-ward,
His brethren's despite A surcoat thereof will, fear I, make.
The winehouse towárd Fare thou, so the host of thy lovers
Their prayers for thy weal May, whenas thou passest therenigh, make
To enviers unknown, Call me to thyself; for the gen'rous
Their kindnesses oft A secret from all but the sky make.
Ne'er, Hafiz, to man Vouchsafed was abidal of union:
Kings little account Of beggars before them that lie make.