My heart is escaping from my hands, O compassionate men! For the love of God! Help! Alas! my most hidden secret is about to be revealed.
We sail upon the vessel of the world: O favorable wind, arise; it may be that through thee we shall once more behold the beloved object of our heart.
The favor of this world is but a tale, a tale lasting scarcely ten days. O friend, therefore let not slip this occasion to do a little good to those who love thee.
The mirror of Alexander is naught but the cup of Djem—consider this cup; it shall teach thee the state of Darius.
O thou who art so generous, deign to inquire, if only as a thanksgiving to God for the health thou enjoyest, concerning the state of the poor dervish, bereft of all.
The peace of the two worlds rests upon these two words: kindness toward friends, moderation toward enemies.
We sail upon the vessel of the world: O favorable wind, arise; it may be that through thee we shall once more behold the beloved object of our heart.
The favor of this world is but a tale, a tale lasting scarcely ten days. O friend, therefore let not slip this occasion to do a little good to those who love thee.
The mirror of Alexander is naught but the cup of Djem—consider this cup; it shall teach thee the state of Darius.
O thou who art so generous, deign to inquire, if only as a thanksgiving to God for the health thou enjoyest, concerning the state of the poor dervish, bereft of all.
The peace of the two worlds rests upon these two words: kindness toward friends, moderation toward enemies.
We have not been admitted to the abode of good repute: if you do not accept us as we are, go, change the decrees of fate.
This bitter draught, which they call the mother of all vices, is for us more appetising, sweeter than a kiss upon a maiden’s cheek.
Do not be coy, for you know that our mighty beloved might in turn, set alight by the fire of vengeance, consume you like resin; the hardest pebble in her hands being soft as wax.
In your distress, strive to divert yourself: have recourse to drunkenness, for this alchemy of being reduces even a Karoun to beggary.
Yesterday, toward evening, amid the roses and the wine, the nightingale sang merrily: bring the cup. Oh! all you who are drunk, peace be upon you.
It was not of his own free will that Hafiz donned this wine-stained robe. O modest sheikh, know this, and forgive me.
This bitter draught, which they call the mother of all vices, is for us more appetising, sweeter than a kiss upon a maiden’s cheek.
Do not be coy, for you know that our mighty beloved might in turn, set alight by the fire of vengeance, consume you like resin; the hardest pebble in her hands being soft as wax.
In your distress, strive to divert yourself: have recourse to drunkenness, for this alchemy of being reduces even a Karoun to beggary.
Yesterday, toward evening, amid the roses and the wine, the nightingale sang merrily: bring the cup. Oh! all you who are drunk, peace be upon you.
It was not of his own free will that Hafiz donned this wine-stained robe. O modest sheikh, know this, and forgive me.