I Am Drunk With Love, Bearer, Bring Me Some Wine By Hafiz Shirazi

I am drunk with Love, bearer, bring me some wine
This feast without a full jug, will run down and decline.
Describing that beauty, neither seems right and nor fair,
Musicians play on, and wine-bearer bring me wine.
My stature is now curved, and your rivals from now on
Won’t tempt me through this door, with no other will align.
In my longings for Thy face, I, and hopeful desires,
In hope of union, I, fancy, and dream combine.
Intoxicated with those eyes, where do I find my cup?
Lovesick with vision of those lips, of answers there’s no sign.
Hafiz, in search of the good, why put your heart on the line?
How can you quench one’s thirst, through a mirage that may shine?
© Shahriar Shahriari
Los Angeles, Ca
October 23, 1999
مخمور جام عشقم ساقی بده شرابی
پر کن قدح که بی می مجلس ندارد آبی
وصف رخ چو ماهش در پرده راست ناید
مـطرب بزن نوایی ساقی بده شرابی
شد حلقه قامت من تا بعد از این رقیبت
زین در دگر نراند ما را بـه هیچ بابی
در انـتـظار رویت ما و امیدواری
در عشوه وصالـت ما و خیال و خوابی
مخمور آن دو چشمم آیا کجاست جامی
بیمار آن دو لعلـم آخر کـم از جوابی
حافظ چه می‌نهی دل تو در خیال خوبان
کی تشنه سیر گردد از لمعـه سرابی

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