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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ODE, by HAFEZ Poet's Biography First Line: Butler, fetch the ruby wine Last Line: "lead to victory day by day!""'" Alternate Author Name(s): Hafiz, Kwaja Shams Al-din Muhammad; Hafiz Of Shiraz; Hafez, Mohammad Shams Od-din Subject(s): Alcoholism & Alcoholics; Drunkards; Alcohol Abuse | |||
Butler, fetch the ruby wine Which with sudden greatness fills us; Pour for me, who in my spirit Fail in courage and performance. Bring this philosophic stone, Karun's treasure, Noah's age; Haste, that by thy means I open All the doors of luck and life. Bring to me the liquid fire Zoroaster sought in dust: To Hafiz, revelling, 'tis allowed To pray to Matter and to Fire. Bring the wine of Jamschid's glass, Which glowed, ere time was, in the Neant; Bring it me, that through its force I, as Jamschid, see through worlds. Wisely said the Kaisar Jamschid, 'The world's not worth a barleycorn:' Let flute and lyre lordly speak; Lees of wine outvalue crowns. Bring me, boy, the veiled beauty, Who in ill-famed houses sits: Bring her forth; my honest name Freely barter I for wine. Bring me, boy, the fire-water; -- Drinks the lion, the woods burn; Give it me, that I storm heaven, And tear the net from the archwolf. Wine wherewith the Houris teach Souls the ways of paradise! On the living coals I'll set it, And therewith my brain perfume. Bring me wine, through whose effulgence Jam and Chosroes yielded light; Wine, that to the flute I sing Where is Jam, and where is Kauss. Bring the blessing of old times, -- Bless the old, departed shahs! Bring me wine which spendeth lordship, Wine whose pureness searcheth hearts; Bring it me, the shah of hearts! Give me wine to wash me clean Of the weather-stains of cares, See the countenance of luck. Whilst I dwell in spirit-gardens, Wherefore stand I shackled here? Lo, this mirror shows me all! Drunk, I speak of purity, Beggar, I of lordship speak; When Hafiz in his revel sings, Shouteth Sohra in her sphere. Fear the changes of a day: Bring wine which increases life. Since the world is all untrue, Let the trumpets thee remind How the crown of Kobad vanished. Be not certain of the world, -- 'Twill not spare to shed thy blood. Desperate of the world's affair Came I running to the wine-house. Bring me wine which maketh glad, That I may my steed bestride, Through the course career with Rustem, -- Gallop to my heart's content; That I reason quite expunge, And plant banners on the worlds. Let us make our glasses kiss; Let us quench the sorrow-cinders. To-day let us drink together; Now and then will never agree. Whoso has arranged a banquet Is with glad mind satisfied, 'Scaping from the snares of Dews. Woe for youth! 'tis gone in the wind: Happy he who spent it well! Bring wine, that I overspring Both worlds at a single leap. Stole, at dawn, from glowing spheres Call of Houris to my sense: -- 'O lovely bird, delicious soul, Spread thy pinions, break thy cage; Sit on the roof of seven domes, Where the spirits take their rest.' In the time of Bisurdschimihr, Menutscheher's beauty shined. On the beaker of Nushirvan, Wrote they once in elder times, 'Hear the counsel; learn from us Sample of the course of things: The earth -- it is a place of sorrow, Scanty joys are here below; Who has nothing has no sorrow.' Where is Jam, and where his cup? Solomon and his mirror, where? Which of the wise masters knows What time Kauss and Jam existed? When those heroes left this world, Left they nothing but their names. Bind thy heart not to the earth; When thou goest, come not back; Fools squander on the world their hearts, -- League with it is feud with heaven: Never gives it what thou wishest. A cup of wine imparts the sight Of the five heaven-domes with nine steps: Whoso can himself renounce Without support shall walk thereon; -- Who discreet is is not wise. Give me, boy, the Kaisar cup, Which rejoices heart and soul. Under wine and under cup Signify we purest love. Youth like lightning disappears; Life goes by us as the wind. Leave the dwelling with six doors, And the serpent with nine heads; Life and silver spend thou freely If thou honorest the soul. Haste into the other life; All is vain save God alone. Give me, boy, this toy of Daemons: When the cup of Jam was lost, Him availed the world no more. Fetch the wineglass made of ice; Wake the torpid heart with wine. Every clod of loam beneath us Is a skull of Alexander; Oceans are the blood of princes; Desert sands the dust of beauties. More than one Darius was there Who the whole world overcame; But, since these gave up the ghost, Thinkest thou they never were? Boy, go from me to the shah; Say to him, 'Shah, crowned as Jam, Win thou first the poor man's heart, Then the glass; so know the world. Empty sorrows from the earth Canst thou drive away with wine. Now in thy throne's recent beauty, In the flowing tide of power, Moon of fortune, mighty king, Whose tiara sheddeth lustre, Peace secure to fish and fowl, Heart and eye-sparkle to saints; -- Shoreless is the sea of praise; I content me with a prayer: -- From Nisami's lyric page, Fairest ornament of speech, Here a verse will I recite, Verse more beautiful than pearls: "More kingdoms wait thy diadem Than are known to thee by name; Thee may sovran Destiny Lead to victory day by day!"' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO NONSENSE by CHARLES BUKOWSKI THE REPLACEMENTS by CHARLES BUKOWSKI BELLEVUE EXCHANGE by NORMAN DUBIE EVEN NOW YOU ARE LEAVING by TESS GALLAGHER ANY NEWS FROM ALPHA CENTAURI by ANSELM HOLLO |
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