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If , from my hand , there arise the chance that with my heart - possessor I may sit ,

From the cup of fortune of His face I drink wine and , from the garden of union with Him pluck the rose of profit *** Not my foundation of life will the bitter strong wine real love sufi - consuming take

Saki perfect murshid on my lip , thy lip , place and my sweet life , take . *** In this vain desire perchance , distraught I shall become . For , from love of thee , night to day ,

To the moon , like one distraught I utter speech in sleep , the Pari , I see . *** To the intoxicated , thy sweet lip gave sugar and to the wine - drinkers , thy intoxicated eye , wine

Through exceeding disappointment , neither am I with that the sugar nor am I with this the wine Such a one am I *** On the night of departure , I go from the couch to the palace of the huru - l - in the hur with large black eyes

If , at the time of life - surrendering , thou be the candle at my pillow . *** Since every particle of dust that the wind brought was a bounty from Thy grace ,

Thy slave's state remember for an old servant am I . *** Not pleasing appeared the writing of every one , who a versified picture , expressed

A rare partridge lustrous verse I take for swift is my royal falcon the poet's high genius *** If belief thou have not , go ; ask the painter of Chin Mani

For , the usage of word - painting even the illustrious painter Mani desireth from the nib of my reed . *** Sabahu - 1 - khair shouted the bulbul . O Saki where art thou arise

For , in my head , tumult maketh the twanging clamour of the harp of last night . *** Not every one's work is fidelity and truth - speaking ,

The slave , I am , of the Asaf of the age , Jalalu - 1 - Hakk va - d - Dln . *** From me , not from Hafiz , hear the mysteries of love and of intoxication

For , with the cup and the goblet , every night , the companion of the moon and of the Pleiades , am I . ***