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The sadness of the time -
Let those who mourn
Cover it with dust.
Guardian of the chalice, awake.
Do your duty - serve the wine.
I pull my tattered robe about me.
But when you place a carafe of wine in my palm,
I am wrapped in muted colors of dancing light.
Slander me as you will
In the circle of the learned.
To me, it matters not.
It is the time of pride.
Hand me the bowl of wine.
And so is there dust on my head
Leading to no good end.
The burning smoke from my sighs
Scorches those who are still sad and unripe.
I see none who are close
To the secrets sounding in my heart.
The wine awakens memories,
Robbing my heart of peace.
Who would gaze for long at scrubs,
Once he has seen the silver yew?
Endure, Hafiz, these days and nights.
One day you shall savor the fruits of your desire
Let those who mourn
Cover it with dust.
Guardian of the chalice, awake.
Do your duty - serve the wine.
I pull my tattered robe about me.
But when you place a carafe of wine in my palm,
I am wrapped in muted colors of dancing light.
Slander me as you will
In the circle of the learned.
To me, it matters not.
It is the time of pride.
Hand me the bowl of wine.
And so is there dust on my head
Leading to no good end.
The burning smoke from my sighs
Scorches those who are still sad and unripe.
I see none who are close
To the secrets sounding in my heart.
The wine awakens memories,
Robbing my heart of peace.
Who would gaze for long at scrubs,
Once he has seen the silver yew?
Endure, Hafiz, these days and nights.
One day you shall savor the fruits of your desire
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