Now, Singer, a song that is fresh forsooth!

Now, Singer, a song that is fresh forsooth!
(Roses for Springtime and youth for youth!)
Oh! I would drink wine that is sweet to the tooth!
(Roses for Springtime and youth for youth!)

Oh! naught can for life that is loveless atone,
By my little sweetheart I will sit all alone;
Of kisses I’ll rob her without any ruth--
(Roses for Springtime and youth for youth!)

Oh! when you are old and your heart has grown sad,
Not even young wine can again make it glad,
Of wine then and life make the best forsooth!
(Roses for Springtime and youth for youth!)

Thou Giver of Good Wine, pray, by me not pass.
Just so long as I’m young I will hold up the glass,
Foam it rich at the brim. I am thirsty forsooth.
(Roses for Springtime and youth for youth!)

Look at that child there--gay thief of my heart!
See how flower-decked she is, sweet with what art,
Cunning enchantress of life forsooth!
(Roses for Springtime and youth for youth!)

Zephyr, by chance shouldst my dove-cote find,
Whence peer two eyes that the world can make blind,
Say: Hafiz’ heart’s in thy hand in truth!
(Roses for Springtime and youth for youth!)