TO
HAFIZ OF SHIRAZ
قضا دستيست پنج انگشت دارد چه خواهد از کسي کامي برآرد
دو بر چشمش نهد ديگر دو بر گوش يکي بر لب نهد گويد که خاموش
Thus said the Poet: “When Death comes to you,
All ye whose life-sand through the hour-glass slips,
He lays two fingers on your ears, and two
Upon your eyes he lays, one on your lips,
Whispering: Silence!” Although deaf thine ear,
Thine eye, my Hafiz, suffer Time’s eclipse,
The songs thou sangest still all men may hear.