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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518372" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Secret Draught of Wine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE secret draught of wine and love repressed<br>Are joys foundationless--then come whate'er<br>May come, slave to the grape I stand confessed!<br>Unloose, oh friend, the knot of thy heart's care,<br>Despite the warning that the Heavens reveal!<br>For all his thought, never astronomer<br>That loosed the knot of Fate those Heavens conceal!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not all the changes that thy days unfold<br>Shall rouse thy wonder; Time's revolving sphere<br>Over a thousand lives like thine has rolled.<br>That cup within thy fingers, dost not hear<br>The voices of dead kings speak through the clay<br>Kobad, Bahman, Djemshid, their dust is here,<br>'Gently upon me set thy lips!' they say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What man can tell where Kaus and Kai have gone?<br>Who knows where even now the restless wind<br>Scatters the dust of Djem's imperial throne?<br>And where the tulip, following close behind<br>The feet of Spring, her scarlet chalice rears,<br>There Ferhad for the love of Shirin pined,<br>Dyeing the desert red with his heart's tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bring, bring the cup! drink we while yet we may<br>To our soul's ruin the forbidden draught<br>Perhaps a treasure-trove is hid away<br>Among those ruins where the wine has laughed!--<br>Perhaps the tulip knows the fickleness<br>Of Fortune's smile, for on her stalk's green shaft<br>She bears a wine-cup through the wilderness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The murmuring stream of Ruknabad, the breeze<br>That blows from out Mosalla's fair pleasaunce,<br>Summon me back when I would seek heart's ease,<br>Travelling afar; what though Love's countenance<br>Be turned full harsh and sorrowful on me,<br>I care not so that Time's unfriendly glance<br>Still from my Lady's beauty turned be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like Hafiz, drain the goblet cheerfully<br>While minstrels touch the lute and sweetly sing,<br>For all that makes thy heart rejoice in thee<br>Hangs of Life's single, slender, silken string.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Shams+al-Din+Hafiz">Shams al-Din Hafiz</a><div class=q>
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Are joys foundationless--then come whate'er
May come, slave to the grape I stand confessed!
Unloose, oh friend, the knot of thy heart's care,
Despite the warning that the Heavens reveal!
For all his th..."></div>
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