O Saki murshid arise ; and giv...

O Saki murshid arise ; and give the cup of wine of desired

Strew dust on the head of the grief of time . *** In my palm , place the cup of wine so that , from my breast ,

I may pluck off this patched garment of blue colour . *** Although in the opinion of the apparently wise , ill - fame is ours ,

Not name nor fame , do we distraught with love for God desire . *** Give wine with this wind of pride , how long ,

Dust on the head of useless desire *** The smoke of the sigh of my burning heart

Consumed these immature ones hypocrites ; fathers of lust *** Of the secret of love of my distraught heart , a friend ,

Among high and low , none , I see . *** Glad is my heart with a heart's ease a lovely one

Who , from my heart , once took ease . *** At the cypress in the sward , again looketh not

That one , who beheld that cypress of silvern limb . *** Hafiz day and night , be patient , in adversity :

So that , in the end , thou mayst , one day , gain thy desire . ***