God and I, and a good heart yet!

God and I, and a good heart yet!
Nay! none think it as of yore
Since I became gossip’s target
In The Tavern more and more.

Poor old ragged robe! Deride it
Some do saying that it’s worn
For wine’s sake, within to hide it,
Since without it I’m forlorn.

Be not puffed up nor pride lusty,
Scholars! That shows little wit.
What we were and are and must be
In Fate’s book has long been writ.

Colors dazzle, scents ensnare us,
Seize the glass and swing it high!
For Life’s Banquet it prepares us.
Sorrow--see!--is slipping by.

True, Good Heart, the eye should guide thee
Ever lest a danger lower;
When its drunk--then ill betide thee
For the eye hath lost its power.

Strive to reach some rich ambition,
Merit brings reward alone;
Good delayed feeds not fruition,
For delay naught can atone.

Hafiz, let not poets measure
Thy gold hearted ecstacy;
Back to earth throw not thy treasure,
Nor thy pearls into the sea.