I am Hafez shirazi اَلا يا ايُّـهـا الساقي اَدِر كأساً و نا ولها ;Ho, saki, haste, the beaker bring. Fill up, and pass it round the ring

كه عشق آسان نمود اوّل ولي اُفتاد مشكلها .love seemed at first an easy thing. But ah! The hard awakening

ببُوي نافه يي كاخر صبا زان طـُرّه بگشايد ,So sweet perfume the morning air. Did lately from her tresses bear

زتابِ جَعدِ مشگينش چه خون افتاد در دلها Her twisted, musk-diffusing hair. What heart's calamity was there