One who has cup in hand

Has Jamshid's kingship constantly

Water from which Khizr found life

Seek in tavern for cup has it

Put life's thread-end to cup

For this thread has order from it

Us and wine and ascetics and piety

Until beloved has head for which

Outside your lip O cupbearer isn't

In cycle one who has desire

Narcissus all ways of intoxication

Has as loan from your pleasant eye

Mention of your face and tress my heart

Has as prayer morning and evening

On wounded breast of pain-bearers

Your ruby lip has perfect salt

In chin's well like Hafez O soul

Your beauty has two hundred slaves