Lo! from this dwelling of exile Homeward if e'er I shall go

Lo! from this dwelling of exile Homeward if e'er I shall go,
With forethought and care, elsewhither Whenever I fare, I shall go.

Yea, if from this travel safely I win to my native land,
By way of the wine-house only, I vow and declare, I shall go!

To tell what I've learned and suffered By travel and wayfaring,
To the door of the tavern ghittern And goblet to bear, I shall go.

Though friends in Love's way hereafter My blood with oppression drink,
No true man am I, if complaining To strangers elsewhere I shall go.

Henceforward my hand for ever Shall cleave to the tress of the Friend:
If after my mad heart's fancies, I wonder, fore'er I shall go?

If ever again her eyebrow Prayer-niche like I see, I'll make
Prostration in thanks and after To off'ring of prayer I shall go.

O joyful the time when, like Hafiz, By means of the Vizier's grace,
Hilarious with wine, from tavern To house, with the fair, I shall go!
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Khwaja Shams-ad-din Muhammad Hafiz
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