Show More Hafiz Ghazels It seems to mo that ho who drinks and sln sAnd s-And laughs nnd makes lImo pass on golden wings Does better than the one who carps nnd frowns And makes life dark with talk of solemn things Ho dries the blood ot youth My part It Is To shed vineblood and make no prom ises As for the futureIn ft hundred years My clay will make us honest bricks as his Thou nrt too sad my friend too grave by half Teach thy lugubrious features how to laugh Some day thoult disappear without a song And Dead shall bo thy only epitaph My verses will be sung In every clime My name will live until tho end of time But people would not know that thou hads been If Hafiz had not put three In this rhyme Go Sufigo and leave me to my pottle Ill pray for theo to Him who filled this bottle And maybe we shall meet again somo day Solomon you and I and Aristotle Cleveland Leader |