غزل شمارهٔ 74

The produce of the workshop of existence and dwelling all this is naught; Bring wine. For the goods of the world all this is naught.

The desire of the heart and of the exalted soul is the society of the Beloved: All that is; and, if not, heart and soul, all this is naught.

For the sake of shade, endure not the favor of the Sidra and the Tuba tree For, O moving cypress, when well thou lookest, all this is naught.

Fortune is that which, without the heart’s blood, cometh to the bosom: And, if not, the garden of the Beloved with effort and toil all this is naught.

A space of five days that thou hast in this stage of favor; Rest pleasantly awhile. For Time all this is naught.

O Saki! We are waiting on the shore of the ocean of death Regard again. For from lip to mouth all this is naught.

Zahed! beware; be not secure of the sport of pride For the path from the cloister to the temple of the Magians, all this is naught.

Wailing and weeping have consumed me sorrowful: The need of narrating and of explaining apparently all this is naught.

The name of Hafez accepted the writing of honor; But, in the opinion of profligates, the writing of profit and of loss all this is naught.