In a pleasant dream , I beheld...

In a pleasant dream , I beheld that in my hand , the cup was

Interpretation passed ; and , entrusted to fortune , the work was . *** Forty years I endured trouble and vexation in love's path In the end ,

In the power of wine , two years of age the glorious Kuran , wherein I find every delight I sought the deliberation of it t was . *** That pod of desire that from fortune , I desired ,

In the tress - curl of that idol of musky tresses , was . *** In the morning , grief's languor had overpowered me

Fortune became prosperous in the cup , the wine of union with the true Beloved wine , life - giving was . *** Blood of grief I drink but room for complaint is none

From the tray of liberality , our lot this morsel was . *** Blood , I ever drink on the threshold of the wine - house ,

As on the first day , this very blood - drinking assigned to me was . *** Wailing and justice - seeking , I go to the wine - house :

For there , from sigh and wail , the loosening of my work was . *** Who planted not love , nor plucked a rose for its loveliness ,

In the wind's path , the tulip's care - taker ever in trouble was . *** By the rose - bed , chanced my passing at morning - time ,

When sigh and wail , the work of the bird of the sward was . *** In praise of the king , we saw Hafiz's heart - alluring verse ,

Every couplet of that book of verse better than a hundred letters was *** That king , savage of attack , before whom the sun , lion - seizing ,

Less than a fawn , on the day of battle , was . *** On the volume of its leaf Hafiz's utterance , the rose kept writing

A verse , whose subtlety better than a hundred works , was . *** Into the bulbul's heart , the breeze of the garden cast fire ,

On account of that sealed - up stain that in the tulip^s soul , was . ***