And take the gifts a tranquil mind may bring;
No heart is dark when the kind moon doth shine,
And grass-grown river-banks are fair to see.
The Saki’s radiant eyes, God favouring,
Are like a wine-cup brimming o’er with wine,
And him my drunken sense goes out to greet,
For e’en the pain he leaves behind is sweet.
Hafiz, thy life has sped untouched by care,
With me towards the tavern turn thy feet!
The fairest robbers thou’lt encounter there,