Classic Poem

The red rose blooms
The nightingale is drunken
Now leave free course to drinking
Ye reverencers of wine

The building of Sorrow it seemed so firm
Piled of granite gray
O see how the crystal glass
Has already shattered it & broke

Bring wine; before the Throne
Which hears our wishes
Drunkard & sage are one
And prince & groom

Since I must one day leave
This two-ported guest house
It is all one whether my lifes course
Be high or humble

It is not possible without sorrow
And without grief to live
Since on the day of Destiny was
Sorrow assigned to us

For being & not-being cumber thee not
Be ever of glad heart
The end of every excellence
Is the Chaos & the Night

Pomp, Asaph, the East-wind-horse,
The knowledge of the bird language,
Is all gone to the winds
And profits not the king

Mount not from the straight way
In to the air with wings
The arrow flies into the air & falls
Again to earth

How can the tongue of thy quill
Thank Hafiz therefor
That thy words steadily from mouth to mouth fly.
Hafiz