غزل شمارهٔ 479

Tis morning; and, droppeth hail from the cloud of (the winter-month) Bahman : The requisites of the morning cup, prepare ; and give a cup of one ' man.'

Into the sea of self and self-praise, I am fallen. Bring Wine, so that freedom from self and self-praise me, it may give.

The blood (red wine) of the cup, drink ; for lawful is its blood : In the work of the cup, (engaged) be; for 'tis a work fit to be done.

Saki ! at hand (to give the cup) be ; for, in ambush for us, is grief : Minstrel ! (so that grief may not reach us) keep this very path (of song) that thou singest.

Give wine ; for, the secret to my ear, the harp hath brought and said : " Happily pass (life) ; and, hear this bowed Pir (the harp)."

Hafiz ! by the independence of profligates, (I conjure thee) drink wine, So that, thou mayst hear the song of the Singer, God the Independent One.