غزل شمارهٔ 466

This khirka that I have in pledge for wine best ; This meaningless book immersed in pure wine (of ma'rifat) best.

My life, how I ruined ! as much as I gazed, In the tavern-corner, fallen intoxicated, best.

Since, from poverty, far is counsel-considering, Both my heart full of fire best; and my eye full of water, best.

To the people, the state of the zahid, I will not utter, For this state, if I utter, with the harp and the ribab best.

Since, in this way, headless and footless (fickle) are the sky's motions, In the head, desire for the Saki; in the hand, wine best.

From a heart-possessor like thee, the heart up I pluck not. Yes, If I endure torment, at least in the curl of that tress, best.

Hafiz ! since old thou hast become, forth from the tavern, come ; In youth's season, profligacy and desire best.