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Rh Bring me wine, through whose effulgence

Jam and Chosroes yielded light;

Wine, that to the flute I sing

Where is Jam, and where is Kauss.

Bring the blessing of old times,—

Bless the old, departed shahs!

Bring me wine which spendeth lordship,

Wine whose pureness searcheth hearts;

Bring it me, the shah of hearts!

Give me wine to wash me clean

Of the weather-stains of cares,

See the countenance of luck.

Whilst I dwell in spirit-gardens,

Wherefore stand I shackled here?

Lo, this mirror shows me all!

Drunk, I speak of purity,

Beggar, I of lordship speak;

When Hafiz in his revel sings,

Shouteth Sohra in her sphere.

Fear the changes of a day:

Bring wine which increases life.