Ghazal 13

Dawn is breaking and the clouds have raised their canopy —

the morning cup! The morning cup, O companions!

Dew drips upon the tulip’s cheek —

wine! Wine, O beloved ones!

A breeze of paradise wafts from the garden —

come, drink the pure wine, breath by breath.

The rose has set its emerald throne in the meadow —

seize the wine that glows like fiery rubies.

They have barred the tavern door again —

open it, O Opener of all doors!

Your lip and teeth hold the rights of salt and bread

over the roasted hearts upon our breasts.

In such a season, how strange it would be

if they should shut the wine-house in such haste.

Upon the face of the angel-faced cupbearer,

like Hafez, drink the pure wine.