Though the wine is joyous, and...

Though the wine is joyous, and the wind,

flowers sorts

Harp music and scent of wine, the officer reports.

If you face an adversary and a jug of wine

Choose the wine because, fate cheats and extorts.

Up your ragged, patched sleeves, hide & keep your cup

Like this flask of wine, fate too bleeds and distorts.

With my teary eyes, I cleanse my robe with wine

Self-restraint and piety is what everyone exhorts.

Seek not your joy in the turn of the firmaments

Even my filtered clear red fluid, dregs sports.

This earth and sky is no more than a bleeding sieve

That sifts and sorts kingly crowns and courts.

Hafiz, your poems invaded Fars and Iraqi ports

It is now the turn of Baghdad and Tabrizi forts.