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Morning breeze its fragrance will exhale The old world will once again youthfully sail Tulip will bring a red cup to the meadows Narcissus’ eyes from poppy will grow pale When would nightingale put up with such abuse In the chamber of the rose cry and wail I traded the temple for the tavern, fault me not Prayer is long and stale, time is frail Leave not joy of the now till the morrow Who can vouch that the morrow, the now shall trail Month of Sha’aban put not down the jug of wine Till the end of Ramadan you’ll miss this Holy Grail Hold dear all the flowers and commune Came to be and will whither with a breeze or a gale This feast is for friends, O minstrel, play and sing Sing again it came thus and went thus, to what avail Hafiz for your sake entered this tale Walk with him say farewell, he’ll tear the veil