At eve a son of song--his heart be cheerful long!--
Piped on his vocal reed a soul-inflaming lay.
So deeply was I stirred, that melody once heard,
That to my tearful eyes the things of earth grew gray.
With me my Sákí was, and momently did he
At night the sun of Daï[16] by lock and cheek display.
When he perceived my wish, he filled with wine the bowl;
Then said I to that youth whose track was Fortune's way:
"Sákí, from Being's prison deliverance did I gain,
When now and now the cup thou lit'st with cheerful ray.
"God guard thee here below from all the haps of woe;
God in the Seat of Bliss reward thee on His day!"
When Háfiz rapt has grown,
How, at one barleycorn,
Should he appraise the realm,
E'en of Káús the Kay?[17]