The doe and the fox now rest and sup
Bahram who hunted game non-stop
Was hunted by death when his time was up.
For a night with a cup full of wine spent.
In the presence of flowers, my resolve simply went
In such company, I only regret that I ever resolved to repent.
Beware that is fresh as sweet young grass
Let’s not worry about what tomorrow will amass
Fill my cup again, this night will pass, alas.
Passed an old drunk, holding a bottle of wine
"Do you not fear God?" was reproach of mine
said, "Mercy is God’s sign, in silence I wine and dine."
Some lost in awe, of doubt reek
I fear the voice, hidden but not weak
Cry out "awake! Both ways are oblique."
Eliminating the world would be my role
I would create the world anew, whole
Such that the free soul would attain desired goal.
With love & care to the heights soared
The potter who shaped with such accord
To make and break the same clay, can also afford.
To drink wine and in song cry
Millions of kings in silence lie
From coming of January and passing of July.
Till my body is dead and stale
At my grave site all shall hail
Odor of wine shall prevail.
Its breaking, the drunk scolded;
Many limbs and heads are enfolded
Through whose love unfolded, by which decree folded?
Joy and sorrow passing like season,
Fate in the way of logic and reason
Is the victim of far worse treason.
Better than pious prayer and fast
Thou art the first and art the last
Caress if thou wilt, if thou wilt blast.
Why imperfect was the venture
If it is good, why departure
And if bad, why form capture?
In our imagination we have found
The sun a flame, in the Cosmic lantern bound
We are mere ghosts, revolving, the flame surround.
A red ruby resurrected with a green skirt
I said if this is so, show a sign of your hurt
Said just take a look at my bloody shirt.
With life my awe grew even worse
Unwillingly returned with force
What was the point, I ask my source.
Drink, be merry, wait your turn in line
When it is your turn, neither cry nor whine
Everyone must taste the same deadly wine.
Dare to try, is what you clearly say
All that is, thy command must obey
You lead me away and call me astray.
Where is thy light to save me from vice?
Even with command of Paradise
Where is thy gift above my just price?
Died: 4 Dec 1131 in Nishapur, Persia (now Iran)
Has fallen in grief's furnace and been suddenly burned,
The shears of Fate have cut the tent ropes of his life,
And the broker of Hope has sold him for nothing!