I tried at dawn to read my fortune, as penance.
I saw Spring coming, slaying my penance.I just can't stand to see
How I must stand still while my rivals get to drink.When the Beloved smiles, you must attend the Beloved's feast,
Taking up the cup, I tore off my cloak with joy.I may be a beggar at the tavern, but when I am at ease
I can command the blue stars themselves.Since I've never abstained from anything,
who am I to bring blame on the Libertines?On the Flowery Throne I place the greatest of beauties,
I make the Beloved a rosary of hyacinth and jasmine.Hafiz is tired of drinking in secret for so long.
Now he must drink, hear the lyre, and sing.
