That promised: Where thou art thy lady stays—
The tale of separation ends with this!
Joy’s certain path, oh Saki, thou hast shown—
Long may thy cup be full, thy days be fair!
Trouble and sickness from my breast have flown,
Order and health thy wisdom marshals there.
Not one that numbered Hafiz’ name among
The great—unnumbered were his tears, unsung;
Praise him that sets an end to endless care!