Of Paradise, O hermit wise, Let us renounce the thought; Of old therein our names of sin Allah recorded not. Who dear to God on earthly sod No corn-grain plants, The same is glad that life is had, Though corn he wants. O just fakir, with brow austere, Forbid me not the vine; On the first day, poor Hafiz' clay Was kneaded up with wine. Thy mind the mosque and cool kiosk, Spare fast and orisons; Mine me allows the drinking-house, And sweet chase of the nuns. He is no dervise, Heaven slights his service, Who shall refuse There in the banquet to pawn his blanket For Schiraz' juice. Who his friend's skirt or hem of his shirt Shall spare to pledge, To him Eden's bliss and angel's kiss Shall want their edge. UP! Hafiz, grace from high God's face Beams on thee pure; Shy thou not hell, and trust thou well, Heaven is secure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG FOR THE LUDDITES by GEORGE GORDON BYRON RHAPSODY ON A WINDY NIGHT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT MYRRHA by VITTORIO AMEDEO ALFIERI FRIEND by MARJORIE DUGDALE ASHE A LOVE-MESSAGE by LILLIAN CORBETT BARNES LITANY TO SATAN by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE PSALM 57 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |