Last night , to the door of th...

Last night , to the door of the wine - house , I went , sleep stained

The khirka wet of skirt , and the prayer - mat , wine stained *** The magian boy of the wine - seller , cry - making , came

He said Awake , O wayfarer , sleep stained . *** Washing and washing , do then , to the tavern , proudly move

So that , by thee , this ruined cloister become not' stained *** In purity , pass the stage of old age and make not ,

The honour - robe of old age , with the splendid dress of youth , stained . *** In desire for those sweet of mouth beloved ones how long makest thou

The jewel of thy soul with the melted ruby the bloody tear stained *** In this deep sea of love those acquainted with love's path ,

Were drowned and were not with water stained . *** Pure and clean , be and , from nature's well , come forth

Giveth not purity water , earth stained . *** I said O soul of the world not a defect is it , the rose - book

If , in the spring season , it become with pure ruddy wine bestained . *** He said : Hafiz to friends , thy jest and subtlety boast not ;

Alas for this thy grace , with varied forms of reproach bestained . ***