When The Tavern Keeper gives you a glass winking at the brim,

When The Tavern Keeper gives you a glass winking at the brim,
The circle of the angels you may enter then with him.

Scold not, Sufi! Nay, nay--scold not! Love’s message will be made clear
Surely by some wine-inspired one when the Day of Judgment’s here.

Bring wine, Tavern-Keeper, glowing, musk-scented, and smooth to taste!
Precious hours with the Philistines we are all too prone to waste.

Has he any right to live on, who delays from day to day?
Nay, nay! A plague upon him who will not be happy when he may;

Yet I promise you that Hafiz would shun shores of Paradise
If a place to pray you’d grant him beneath the altar of your eyes.