One who has beloved's beauty and line in sight

It's certain that they have sight's fruit

Like pen in path of their command obedience's head

We've laid unless they lift with sword

One found permission to your union like candle

Who under your sword each moment has another head

To kissing your feet reached hand of one who

Like threshold at this door always has head

I'm weary of dry piety where is pure wine

For wine's scent always keeps my brain moist

If you have nothing from wine isn't this enough that

It keeps you a moment unaware of reason's temptation

One who didn't step outside piety's path

Now has journey's path to tavern's intention

Hafez's broken heart will take to grave

Like tulip the passion's brand it has on liver