Ghazal 398

O light of my eye, I have a word — listen —

since your cup is full, make others drink, and drink yourself.

On the road of love, the devil's temptation is great —

come forward and turn the ear of your heart to the angel's message.

The means of melody is lost and the instrument of joy remains not —

O harp, raise your lament; O drum, raise your cry.

The rosary and the cloak do not grant the pleasure of drunkenness —

seek aspiration in this work from the wine-seller.

The elders speak from experience — I tell you:

beware, O youth, that you may grow old — heed the counsel.

Love's hand does not lay chains upon the wise —

if you wish to draw the beloved's tresses, abandon sense.

With friends there is no stinginess in life or wealth —

a hundred lives sacrificed for the friend — heed this counsel.

O cupbearer, may your cup never be empty of pure wine —

cast the eye of grace upon me, the dregs-drinker.

When you pass by drunk in your gold-scattering robe,

vow one kiss to Hafez, the wool-wearer.