Ghazal 398

I have something to say my dear, hear my word
While your jug is full, offer a drink and be a lord

On the path of Love, Devil tempts you a lot
Come, let your heart and soul be in accord.

The song was spoiled, and the string was no more
Tambourine shout out aloud, O harp, cry with your cord.

The rosary and gown will not bring you joy
Only the wine-seller, such bargains can afford.

The wise speak from experience, as I said
You too, my son, by age will be floored.

Love did not put its chains upon the mind
Those who sought lovers, intelligence abhorred

Share with your friends your worldly goods and time
Mark my word, for friends put your life at the sword.

O wine-bearer, may your cup always be full
With your grace, bring drunken me aboard.

Joyous, in golden garments, pass us by
Cast a glance at Hafiz in rags, a kiss, a word.