Now that in the palm of the rose, is the cup of pure wine, In it praise, is the nightingale with a hundred thousand tongues.
Seek the book of verse and make way to the desert: What time is this for the College, and the argument of the Kashf-i-Kashshaf?
Yesterday, the Head of the College was intoxicated; and gave decision, Saying: “Wine is unlawful, but better than the property of legacies.”
No order is thine for the dregs, or for the pure: Drink happily; For, whatever our Said did is the essence of grace.
Pluck up thy attachments to the people: take note of the work from the Anka; For, the clamour of those sitting in solitude is from Kaf to Kaf.
The tale of claimants and the fancy of thy fellow-workers, Resemble the tale of the gold-stitcher and the mat-weaver.
Hafez! silence: and these subtleties like red gold, Keep. For the false coiner of the city is the Banker.
