Ghazal 358

Hardships and sorrows, for sometime are mine
There is no cure, other than red wine.

Service of the Old Magi I won't leave,
My own benefit, in this I define.

With light of the jug, ascend joyous heights
Fate and time may have another design.

Sign of godliness, is only Love
Amidst the pious, I see no such sign.

Alas, in spite of my wandering eyes,
Two mirrors can't show that face, divine.

You, tall spruce and pine, by my streaming eyes,
I see the waters, but not spruce and pine.

In my drunken state, no-one gives me wine,
No-one with the heart, himself would align.

Of the thing I loved, do not ask of me,
I have become naught, speck of dust so fine.

Hafiz's boat and I, only in this sea
Have pearls of words, that brightly shine.