The pious priests visited the tavern last night,
they broke their own rules and drank much wine.Last night the mystic went mad and broke the cup,
but a new one made him whole again.The Beloved always sees everything young,
and takes pity on the old man, giving love.The birds will drink from the light of the rose,
The laugh-flickering candle will burn the butterfly.My crying-nightmare of the morning was not in vain,
one of my tears turned into the rarest of pearls.Saki's bright eyes made magic,
my tragic spell-prayers are legendary.Hafiz's home is as big as a palace,
the ship of his heart launched from the Beloved's port.
