Classic Poem

Out of all this world's rose-garden Us a rose-cheeked fair sufficeth,
Of this mead, the shade of yonder Swaying cypress rare sufficeth.

Far be converse with the people Of hypocrisy from me!
Of the heavy ones, the heavy Pottle us to bear sufficeth.

Paradise and its pavilions Give They in return for works:
But the winehouse for us topers, Beggars poor and bare, sufficeth.

On the brooklet's margent seated, View the passing by of life;
Us this token of the fleeting Of this world of care sufficeth.

Note the coin of the world's market And the miseries thereof;
If not you , this loss and profit Us , when we compare, sufficeth.

Since with us the Friend abideth, More what needeth that we seek?
For our happiness the converse Of yon soul's mate there sufficeth.

From thy door, 'fore God, I prithee, Send us not to Paradise;
For thy street-end, o Beloved, Us of What-and-Where sufficeth.

In our heads none other wish is Than of union with thee;
Us of this world and the other's Goods this one affair sufficeth.

Of the course of Fortune, Hafiz, To complain unjust it were;
Subtle spright and flowing verses, This unto our share sufficeth.