Though displaying skill before the beloved is discourteous

The tongue is silent yet the mouth is full of Arabic

A fairy with hidden face and a demon in beauty's coquetry

The eye burned from wonder that what marvel is this

In this meadow none plucked a thornless rose indeed

The Mustafavian lamp comes with Abu Lahab's spark

Don't ask why the heavens became nurturers of the base

For its bestowing of desires is a causeless pretext

For half a barley I won't buy the monastery's arch and inn

For me whose porch is the tavern bench and tent-pole the wine jar's foot

The beauty of the vine's daughter is our eye's light perhaps

For it's in a glass veil and ambergris curtain

I had a thousand reasons and manners O master

Now that I'm ruined drunk, propriety is discourteous

Bring wine for like Hafez my thousandth support

Is in dawn weeping and midnight supplication