Monday, March 12, 2012

The Sun and Holy Spirits by Hafiz

It's sunrise, wine-boy. Pour me a glass. Make haste
     For the turning of the sphere brooks no delay.
Ere our fleeting world has wasted away completely
     Bring rose-red wine to get us completely wasted!
From the east of the winebowl rose the wine's red sun. 
     If pleasure's your thing, tell sleep to get out of your face.
When the Firmament's wheel makes jugs of my clay, fill the calix
     Of my skull with the ferment of sweet Shirazi grapes.
I'm no man for sufistry, cant or hermetic babble.
     If the wine is crystal-clear, you can make your case. 
          Hafiz! The worship of liquid spirits is proper. 
          Get up, then, and vow to make it a proper day. 

Translated by A.Z. Foreman

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