IV100

When you drink Wine, pour some on the curb.
By this sinfulness someone might someday benefit.

Be happy with what you've got:
Don't speak a word of complaint.
Time's sword ruthlessly kills all souls.

In heaven or in hell, for men or Djinn,
The essence of sin is miserliness.

The Architect of the grave has closed the way for us,
There's no way out from under the ground.

Wine's charm misleads the sane,
so that they spend all their life in the vineyard.

Hafiz will die on road to the Tavern,
O clean-hearted man, pray for his clean heart.

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