YESTERDAY morning I chanced to drink a cup or two, and from the lip of the cupbearer wine had fallen into my heart. From the joy of intoxication I was longing to call back the beloved of my youth; but divorce had befallen. I dreamed that I might kiss those divine eyes. I had lost strength and patience on account of her arched eyebrow. O Saki! give the cup frequently, because, in the journey on the path, where is the lover who has not fallen into hypocrisy? O interpreter of dreams! give good tidings, because last night the sun seemed to be my ally in the joy of the morning sleep. At the hour when Hafiz was writing this troubled verse, the bird of his heart had fallen into the snare of love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPANIONS; A TALE OF A GRANDFATHER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY A SONG [OF DIVINE LOVE] by RICHARD CRASHAW BINSEY POPLARS (FELLED 1879) by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SENCE YOU WENT AWAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON by ALEXANDER POPE RESERVE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE |