At morn , from the invisible m...

At morn , from the invisible messenger , to my ear reached the glad tidings

Tis the age of Shah Shuja ' the soul wine love's tumult boldly drink *** Gone hath that time when people of vision went aside fearing all

In the mouth , a thousand forms of speech and from fear of the enemy silent the lip . *** To the twang of the harp , those tales that we have kept concealed shall we utter

For , from the concealing of them , seetheth the caldron of the heart . *** In fear of the muhtasib , the house secret wine having drunk

Now , in Shah Shuja's time to the beloved's face , let us drink and express the shout Drink , drink again *** Last night , from the street of the wine - house , on their back , they carried him ,

The revered Imam , who , on his back , the prayer - mat bore . *** O heart on the path of salvation , thee , good guidance , I make

In iniquity , glory not of austerity boast not . *** The king's luminous opinion is the place of the light of splendour

When propinquity to him , thou desirest , in purity of intention strive . *** Save the praise of his grandeur , aught make not the exercise of the mind

For the confidant of Surush Jibra . il is the ear of his heart . *** Mysteries of the counsel of the empire , kings know

Hafiz a beggar , a corner - sitter , thou clamour not . ***