Friends in the rose - season ,...

Friends in the rose - season , that best that for pleasure we strive

This the word of the Plr of the Magians the murshid is . With soul , let us listen . *** In none , is liberality that we may have even a groat wherewith to drink wine passeth joy's time

Its remedy is this , for wine , the prayer - mat , we sell . *** Tis a pleasant air , joy - giving . O God send

One of gracious form , to whose face , wine , rose of hue , we may drink . *** One of skill Zuhra is the organ - player of the sky , highway - robber

Of this grief , bewail we not how and clamour we not , why *** Into tumult of blossom came the rose and its lustre , we dashed not with wine ,

Therefore , with the fire of regret and of desire , we clamour . *** From the tulip's cup , illusory wine we draw

Far , the evil eye For without the minstrel and wine , distraught are we . *** Hafiz to whom can one utter this wonderful state For , we

Are bulbuls that , in the rose - season , silent are . ***