Classic Poem

Come, the cassock of the Soufi To the winehouse straight bear we;
To the rag-market the patchcoat Of ecstatic prate bear we.

Let us stop our ears and rid us Of the preacher's rigmaroles;
Lackwit-like, how long the noyance Of his vain debate bear we?

So that all the closet-dwellers May the cup of daybreak take,
Come, the ghittern of the morning To the vintner's gate bear we.

To the devotees of toping, Way-gift wise, the gown of wool
And the prayer-carpet of babble In the mystic state bear we;

And the zealot, in our pathway If he plant the thorn of blame,
From the rosegarth to the prison. Of the reprobate bear we.

Shame be ours of this our patchcoat Wine-polluted, if in mind,
With this excellence and virtue Miracles to rate, bear we!

But an if the heart Time's value Know and do some work of worth,
From the harvest of the ages Nought but shame full great bear we.

From yon terraced roof of heaven Trouble raineth: up! our gear
To the tavern-nook, for shelter From the spite of fate, bear we!

How long shall we in Love's desert Go astray? The way let's ask,
So our steps in the direction Of the things of weight bear we.

Lo! that pact we swore in Eimen With thee, saying, Moses-like,
" Show thyself, " unto the tryst-place, All inviolate, bear we.

From the Empyrean's turrets, Lo, thy glory's drum we beat;
Thy love's ensigns to the rooftree Of the heavens eight bear we

Yea, thy quarter's dust to-morrow, In the Resurrection plain,
As a mark of worth and worship, All upon the pate bear we.

Hafiz, spill thy face's water Not at every losel's door;
Needs to Him who needs acquitteth Better 'tis that straight bear we.