Drinking song

Drink and drown thy sorrow,

Drink the foaming wine.

Never fear the morrow,

This bright hour is thine.

All thy kingly treasure

In the goblet drown.

One full draught of pleasure

Is well worth a crown.

Samarkand, Bûkhara,

Hafiz does not seek,

Counts the mole the fairer,

Set on beauty's cheek.

But he'd sell that sweetness,

Love or Life in fine,

To drink in rich completeness

One draught of Shiraz wine!