Come, Tavern Keeper, fill the glass!

Come, Tavern Keeper, fill the glass!
Our merry friends must thirsty be,
The love that warmed my heart--alas!--
Has fled and of joy beggared me.

How shook my trembling soul with fear
When rose scents drifted down the wind,
From her rich hair blown all too near,
The fragrant east wind’s message kind.

The prayer rug now with wine is red,
And red likewise our host with joy,
A Tavern Keeper wise ’tis said
Of whom truth comes without alloy.

In love can there be any peace
When tinkle in the ears of man
The camel bells with no surcease?--
“Make haste! Now starts the caravan!”

And what know they of night’s black heart,
Of raging seas, the whirlwind’s roar,
Who free and careless walk apart
Upon the safe and sandy shore?

What with heart-blood from Fate I’ve wrung
Report has blackened oft for me
With bitter gossip’s greedy tongue--
The masses know not secrecy.

Oh! Hafiz, follow thine own star
And snap unto the world thy thumb,
Wouldst thou not keep thy love a-far
And thine own healthy speech make dumb.