غزل شمارهٔ 100

Yesterday, the Pir, the wine-seller whose mention be for good! Said: “Drink wine; and, from recollection, take the heart’s grief.”

I said: “To the wind, wine giveth my name and fame:” He said: “Accept the word: be whatever be.”

Since, from thy hand, will go profit and loss and capital, Say: “For this matter, neither noyous nor joyous be!”

In thy hand is only wind, if thou place thy heart on any thing: In a meeting-place where to the wind, Soleiman’s throne goeth.

Hafez! if thine be vexation on account of the counsel of the sages, Let us make short the tale, saying: “Long life be thine!”