Early morning, drunk from the ...

Early morning, drunk from the night before

Wine in hand, asked the harpist to play more.

For my mind's journey, sent forth supplies of wine

From Existence City, sent him to explore.

Beautiful wine-seller gave me a sip of wine

I was safe from trickster Fate's horror and gore.

The wine-bearer to me said, with arched brows,

O target, arrows of reproach on you pour

You won't gird your waist with such binding belt

If you see that it is yourself who becomes sore.

Go and lay this trap of yours for another bird

Phoenix, at great heights will fly and soar.

Yet bind, belt, and trap are from Kingly grace

To adore itself and show endless amour.

Friend and player and bearer are all He

Water and clay to this path are but the door.

Give wine and let our ship happily sail

Upon this endless ocean without a shore.

Hafiz, our existence is a metaphor

This dreamy tale we tour and implore.