O Saki of that pure wine of lo...

O Saki of that pure wine of love for God whereby matured becometh every immature one ,

Although it is the month of Ramazan so that I may escape - from this immatureness and to matureness , attain bring a great cup . *** Passed days , since the hand of me miserable clasped not ,

The leg of one box - tree of stature the arm of one silver of limb . *** O heart though the fast of Ramazan be the dear guest ,

Regard its society a gift ; its going a favour . *** Now in the Ramazan to the cloister - door fleeth not the wise bird ,

For , at every assembly of exhortation , is placed a snare . *** No complaint , do I make of the zahids , ill of nature . The way is this

That , when a bright morning dawneth , in its pursuit falleth a dark evening . *** When , to the spectacle of the sward , my Friend movetb ,

O footman of the breeze from me to him , convey a message . *** A companion , who night and day drinketh pure wine , where

Is it that he maketh recollection of a dreg - drinker *** O Hafiz if the justice of the heart , thee the Asaf of the age give not ,

With difficulty , thou bringest to hand thy desire through a great selfishness . ***