O Saki! bring wine; for the fasting month hath passed. Give the goblet; for the season of name and fame hath passed.
Dear time hath passed. Come; let us repeat the omitted prayers Of a long life that without the presence of a goglet and of the cup hath passed
Make me intoxicated even so that from selflessness I shall not know, In the plain of imagination, who hath come, who hath passed.
In the smell that a draught of Thy cup may reach us, In the inn, every morning and evening, prayer to Thee hath passed.
To the heart that was dead, a great life reached the soul, Since into its perfume-place a perfume, from Thy breeze, hath passed.
The Zahed had pride; took not the path to safety: By the path of supplication, the Profligate to the House of Safety hath passed.
The cash of the heart that was mine became expended in wine: It was counterfeit coin. Therefore into the unlawful it hath passed.
Like aloe-wood, how long can one consume in the torment of repentance? Give wine. For life in the essence of raw madness hath passed.
Again counsel not Hafez; for the path of austerity, found not, A lost one, to whose palate the sweet wine hath passed.
