Happy St Patrick’s Day!
Praise the Celtic Fire!
Drink a bottle of Hafez!
Buy my book, Ghazals For The Friend!
God bless you, drink after drink!
منم که شهره شهرم به عشق ورزیدن
منم که دیده نایالوده ام به بد دیدن
I am the one famous all over town for making love;
I am the one whose sight remains pure in doing bad.
In wine worship, I have drowned my image in water
That I annihilate the mirror of self-regard.
We are faithful but incur blame- yet remain happy-
Because in our religion to worry is the infidel.
I asked the wine-house master, what is the path of bliss?
He raised a glass of wine and said, “sealing the lips”.
By the wit of his downy cheek, learn to love his face;
For what joy it is to wander among beauty’s vagaries!
Gazing at the world’s garden- what does the heart desire?
To pick flowers from your cheek with the eye’s fingers!
We turn the reins from this assembly over to the wine-house,
Because, by God, we believe in sincere preaching!
I am secure in the mercy of your head of curls;
Without such allure, what’s the point of my striving?
Hafez, kiss only the beloved’s and wine glass’s lips,
For it is a great sin to kiss the ascetic’s hand of denial!
