To me , from the heart - ravis...

To me , from the heart - ravisher who will convey the kindness of a letter of a pen

The foot - man of the wind is where , if he still doeth a kindness *** No complaint only mention I make . But , the cloud of mercy of the Friend ,

To the field of liver - thirsty ones , gave not even a little dew . *** In love's path , I considered that the deliberation of wisdom

Is like a little night - dew , that , on the sea , draweth a mark wrinkle *** Come for , though my khirka is the endowment of the wine - house ,

Of the property of endowment , thou seest not to my name even a diram . *** For one reed of his candy , why purchase they not that one Hafiz

Who , a hundred sugar - scatterings , made from the reed of a single pen *** From hypocrisy , my heart took flight and the drum was beneath the blanket

Come , so that at the wine - house door , I may up - lift a great standard . *** Love's pain knoweth not the road - sitting physician the dry zahid ; the sufi , void of wisdom

O one dead of heart go to hand get a Masih - breath . *** O heart Saki head - pain giveth the tale of how and why

The cup of pure wine take and , from the care of thy own life , rest a moment . *** Come and drink wine For the time - recogniser selleth two worlds this and the next

For one cup of pure wine ; and for the society of a lovely idol . *** Not love's way is ever pleasure and ease

If , our companion , thou be , drink the poison of a great grief . *** O king in Hafiz's hand is naught worthy of thy value

Save the supplication of a night and the prayer of a morning . ***