Ghazal 13: Dawn is breaking and the cloud has pitched its canopy

می‌دمد صبح و کله بست سحاب
الصبوح الصبوح یا اصحاب

می‌چکد ژاله بر رخ لاله
المدام المدام یا احباب

می‌وزد از چمن نسیم بهشت
هان، بنوشید دم به دم می ناب

تخت زمرد زده است گل به چمن
راح چون لعل آتشین دریاب

در میخانه بسته‌اند دگر
افتتح یا مفتح الابواب

لب و دندانت را حقوق نمک
هست بر جان و سینه‌های کباب

این چنین موسمی عجب باشد
که ببندند میکده به شتاب

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Dawn is breaking and the cloud has pitched its canopy;
the morning cup, the morning cup, O companions!

Dew is dripping on the face of the tulip;
wine, wine, O friends!

From the meadow blows the breeze of paradise;
come, drink pure wine moment by moment.

The rose has set up an emerald throne in the meadow;
reach for wine like a fiery ruby.

They have shut the tavern door again;
open it, O Opener of doors!

Your lip and teeth have the rights of salt
over souls and breasts that are roasted.

It is strange that in a season like this
they should shut the wine house in haste.

To the face of the fairy-formed cupbearer,
drink pure wine as Hafez does.