Classic Poem

Of repentance from wine in the rosetide, I'faith, I grow ashamed
Because of unrighteous dealing May none be so ashamed!

My righteousness nought but a snare is In Love's highway; and thus
Of loveling and wine and skinker I'm not, I trow, ashamed.

We were, of the blood that trickled But yesternight from our eyes,
In sight of the shapes, in slumber That come and go, ashamed.

Thou'rt fairer of face than the sun is; And God be thanked that I
Am not of thy cheek, in presence Of his full glow, ashamed!

God send, of her generous nature, She question not of sin!
For of question I'm tired and of answer I'm long ago ashamed.

My cheek since I turned from thy threshold, A lifetime it is; and cause,
Before it, by Ailah's favour, I have not to show ashamed.

Why laugheth the wine in the winecup, The laugh of despite, except
It be at thy lip of ruby, Or will it or no, ashamed?

Well, well may the tipsy narcissus Hang downward its head; for needs,
At the glance of thine eye reproachful, Behoveth it grow ashamed.

The pearls of great price for this reason Their heads in the mussel hide
That they're at the pearls, in my verses That glitter arow, ashamed.

Its face with the veil of the darkness The water of Khizr bound,
Because 'twas at Hafiz's ditties, Like water a-flow, ashamed.