Classic Poem

Bring wine release me
From care
Only with wine they drive
Sorrow away

There are no other lamps
In society
Than wine & the face
Of the handsome cupbearer

Be not proud of the Enchantment
Of thy eyelashes
Since pride profits not
Oft have I proved.

Master thou oft well advisest me
Not to love
But this lesson is
No law for me

Love befouls only the heart
Of great men
Since thou hast no love
Thou art excused

To a wink sacrificed I
My virtue
Ah therein is all my store
Of good works

The luck of enjoyment is there
Bating separation
And the land of the heart is now
Again arable
Hafiz