غزل شمارهٔ 25

Blossomed is the red rose; and intoxicated is the nightingale; The invitation to merriment O Lovers, wine-worshipping!

The foundation of penitence that, firm as a rock, appeared, How the crystal cup hath shattered it, behold!

Bring wine! for, in the Court of the Independent One, Whether the shepherd or the Sultan; whether sensible or insensible

Since there is necessity for departing from this Inn of two doors. The gallery and the arch of thy living, whether lofty or low

Unattainable, is the place of ease without toil: Yes: with the decree of calamity they established the “day of Alast.”

Grieve neither at existence nor at non-existence: Be thy mind, happy. For the end of every perfection that is - is non-existence.

The pomp of being an Asaf, the wind-steed, and the language of birds Went to the wind; and from them, the Khwaja obtained no profit.

With the wing and the feather go not from the Path. For, the arrow far-flying Keepeth, the air awhile; but, at last, lieth in the dust.

Hafez! What thanks, uttereth the tongue of thy reed for the reason that They take the utterance of its speech from hand to hand?