غزل شمارهٔ 150

If the Saki the wine into the cup, in this way cast All the Arefs into ever drinking, He will cast.

If thus, beneath the curve of the tress, He place the grain of the mole O many a bird of wisdom, that, into the net, it will cast!

Happy the state of that intoxicated one, who at the foot of the rival, Head or turban, knoweth not which off he will cast.

In desire of denial, the Zahed immature of nature remaineth: Mature, he becometh when on the wine of the cup, his glance he casteth.

By day, strive in the acquisition of skill. For wine-drinking by day, The heart like the mirror, into the blight of darkness, casteth.

The time of wine of morning-splendour is that time when night, The evening’s screen around the tent of the horizon, casteth.

Take care drink not wine with the city-Mohtaseb: Thy wine he drinketh; and, into the cup the stone, he casteth.

Hafez! Find the corner of the sun, If your luck, you and that full moon together, casteth.