OH Cup-bearer, set my glass afire <br />With the light of wine! oh minstrel, sing: <br />The world fulfilleth my heart's desire! <br />Reflected within the goblet's ring <br />I see the glow of my Love's red cheek, <br />And scant of wit, ye who fail to seek <br />The pleasures that wine alone can bring! <br /> <br />Let not the blandishments be checked <br />That slender beauties lavish on me, <br />Until in the grace of the cypress decked, <br />My Love shall come like a ruddy pine-tree <br />He cannot perish whose heart doth hold <br />The life love breathes-though my days are told, <br />In the Book of the World lives my constancy. <br /> <br />But when the Day of Reckoning is here, <br />I fancy little will be the gain <br />That accrues to the Sheikh for his lawful cheer, <br />Or to me for the draught forbidden I drain. <br />The drunken eyes of my comrades shine, <br />And I too, stretching my hand to the wine, <br />On the neck of drunkenness loosen the rein. <br /> <br />Oh wind, if thou passest the garden close <br />Of my heart's dear master, carry for me <br />The message I send to him, wind that blows! <br />'Why hast thou thrust from thy memory <br />My hapless name?' breathe low in his ear; <br />'Knowest thou not that the day is near <br />When nor thou nor any shall think on me?' <br /> <br />If with tears, oh Hafiz, thine eyes are wet, <br />Scatter them round thee like grain, and snare <br />The Bird of joy when it comes to thy net. <br />As the tulip shrinks from the cold night air, <br />So shrank my heart and quailed in the shade <br />Oh Song-bird Fortune, the toils are laid, <br />When shall thy bright wings lie pinioned there? <br /> <br />The heavens' green sea and the bark therein, <br />The slender bark of the crescent moon, <br />Are lost in thy bounty's radiant noon, <br />Vizir and pilgrim, Kawameddin!<br /><br />Shams al-Din Hafiz Shirazi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-cup-bearer/
