O Saki! Pass around and offer the wine bowl, for
Love which first seemed easy finds a difficult lore
By the musk-pod’s scent emanating from her brow
And from her musky curl, many a heart fell in a row
In the Beloved’s abode, where can I find ease and shelter
While the bell tolls: “Tie up the bundle of life! skelter!”
Dye your prayer mat with wine if the Magian master says
For the holy traveller is privy to the secrets of the ways
The night dark, the waves fearful, the whirlpools roar
How do they know our state, the light-burdened of the shore?
I followed my fancy; ill reputation was what I reaped
Secret, how can it be when from the chest it has leapt?
Hafiz! If you seek the Beloved’s presence, stay anear
Give up the ways of the world to find her so dear
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