To the tavern's street, every wayfarer who knew the path

Knew knocking on another door was a wasted thought

Time gave not the crown of rendi except to one

Who knew the world's glory in this cap

Whoever found a path to the tavern's threshold

Knew the monastery's secrets from the wine cup's grace

Whoever read the two worlds' secret from the cup's script

Knew Jam's cup's mysteries from the path's dust pattern

Don't seek from us beyond the worship of the mad

For our creed's sheikh knew rationality as sin

My heart sought no mercy from the cupbearer's narcissus eyes

Because it knew that Turk's way was black-hearted

From the tyranny of the fortune's star at dawn my eye

Wept so that Venus saw and the moon knew

The tale of Hafez and the wine cup that he speaks secretly

What place for the magistrate and the king's sheriff to know

A high-ranked king for whom the nine vaults of heaven

Knew as but a sample of his court's arched vault