If the Shirazi Turk would only grant my heart's desire,
I'd give up Samarkand and Bukhara for the poorest part of her.Fair maiden, serve all of the old Wine now,
if you wait for paradise
you won't find drinking partners such as these!The heavenly musicians play well,
Like plundering Turks,
they have plundered all my patience.For my poor love has been rejected by my Beloved,
Before my Beloved's beauty,
my talk of "love" is like an insult.My Beloved is as beautiful as Joseph,
My Beloved's Love strong enough to enchant Zulaikha.I long for you, even as your words of rejection
still sound in the air;
Anything sounds sweet, if your lips say it.Enjoy Wine and Music in every moment,
O fortunate young people, heed the advice of Hafiz!
