On one side is the season of youth, on the other the flower-filled gardens. The roses seem to bring this glad tidings to the melodious nightingale.
O Zephyr, if thou shouldst pass near the young plants of the meadow, present my respects to the cypress, the roses, and the basils.
O thou who so coquettishly fashionest ravishing curls from thy amber-coloured hair, framing thy face, oh! torment not my heart thus, my heart already plunged so deep in dizzy intoxication.
I greatly fear that one day those who so openly mock the drinkers will themselves end by offering all their devotion to the tavern.
Be the friend of those who love God; for, in Noah’s ark, there was a piece of earth that had nothing to do with the universal Flood.
Go away, leave this world, and ask nothing of it—not even a morsel of bread, for this wicked host always ends by killing its guests.
O Zephyr, if thou shouldst pass near the young plants of the meadow, present my respects to the cypress, the roses, and the basils.
O thou who so coquettishly fashionest ravishing curls from thy amber-coloured hair, framing thy face, oh! torment not my heart thus, my heart already plunged so deep in dizzy intoxication.
I greatly fear that one day those who so openly mock the drinkers will themselves end by offering all their devotion to the tavern.
Be the friend of those who love God; for, in Noah’s ark, there was a piece of earth that had nothing to do with the universal Flood.
Go away, leave this world, and ask nothing of it—not even a morsel of bread, for this wicked host always ends by killing its guests.
Oh! if it is with such charm that the tavern-maid performs her office, henceforth I would have my eyebrows serve as a broom at the tavern’s threshold.
Everyone in this world shall have two handfuls of earth for a bed. Tell the rich: what need have you to raise the walls of your palaces to the skies?
I truly do not know what you mean to do with your hair, for you disarrange your curls that breathe musk.
Oh! my moon of Canaan, the throne of Egypt is now yours; the time has therefore come for you to bid farewell to prison.
O Hafiz, drink wine, be carefree, be joyful, but do not, like the others, make the Koran an object of cunning and hypocrisy.
Everyone in this world shall have two handfuls of earth for a bed. Tell the rich: what need have you to raise the walls of your palaces to the skies?
I truly do not know what you mean to do with your hair, for you disarrange your curls that breathe musk.
Oh! my moon of Canaan, the throne of Egypt is now yours; the time has therefore come for you to bid farewell to prison.
O Hafiz, drink wine, be carefree, be joyful, but do not, like the others, make the Koran an object of cunning and hypocrisy.