Ghazal 358

The grief of the age, which I see has no shore —

I see no remedy for it except wine the color of Judas-tree blossoms.

I will not say abandon the service of the Magian elder —

for I do not see my own benefit in that.

From the sun of the cup, take the elevation of pleasure —

for I do not see the horoscope of the time as such.

The sign of God's people is love — keep it with you,

for in the city's sheikhs I do not see this sign.

With these two bewildered eyes of mine, a thousand pities

that with two mirrors I do not see her face manifest.

Since your stature departed from the brook of my eye,

in place of the cypress I see nothing but flowing water.

In this hangover, no one gives me a sip —

see — I do not find a person of heart among them.

The sign of the hair of her waist, in which I bound my heart —

do not ask me, for I myself do not see it in the middle.

I and the vessel of Hafez — for outside of this sea

I do not see the merchandise of pearl-scattering speech.