Spare thou neither time nor blood for thy friend
Sacrifice also a hundred souls for one drink
Hafiz

No physician has a balsam for my wo
I am only sound or sick thro my friend
Hafiz

If thy darling favor thee
Both worlds thou mayest defy
Let fortune stand thy friend
Armies encamp against thee in vain
Hafiz

For his constant dwelling place has Hafiz
Once for all chosen the wine-house
So chooses the lion the wood for his abode
And the bird the plain
Hafiz

I never went out of my country
In all my life
Hafiz

Blame me not thou hoarse preacher
Did not the Creator know
Who set me on fire with this flame
Whom I ought to love?
Hafiz

Thousand dangers of ruin has the street of love
Believe not that death frees thee from all
Hafiz

His learning truly lifted Hafiz to Heaven
But his love of thee has brot him to the dust
Hafiz

O friend blame not Hafiz,
While his glances so follow you,
I have in him all the time
Only your friend seen.
Hafiz

Stand up, that we may sacrifice the soul
Before the pencil of the Master
Who the picture of this world
So masterly has painted
Hafiz