[زکریا فتاحی]

Forever joy is my prize

With the wine of desire

Thankfully God gratifies

What I wish or require

O unpredictable fate

Embrace me like your mate

Sometimes golden cup and plate

Sometimes wine acquire

Drunk and insane is my game

It is my name and my fame

Unwise Elders will blame

And the Leaders for hire

From the recluse and devout

Loudly I repent and shout

The works of the pious doubt

"God forbid!" is my choir

O soul what can I say

Of pain of being away?

My eyes tearfully play

And my soul is on fire

To doubters it will not show

Such pain, who'll ever know?

The spruce will long to grow

Your face the moon inspire

Longing for your lips

Has Hafiz in its grips

Forget the night-school's tips

And prayers of morning crier

عیشم مدام است از لعل دلخواه
کارم بـه کام است الحمدلـلـه
ای بخت سرکش تنگش به بر کش
گـه جام زر کش گه لعل دلخواه
ما را به رندی افـسانـه کردند
پیران جاهـل شیخان گـمراه
از دسـت زاهد کردیم توبـه
و از فـعـل عابد استغفرالـلـه
جانا چـه گویم شرح فراقـت
چشـمی و صد نم جانی و صد آه
کافر مبیناد این غم که دیده‌سـت
از قامتـت سرو از عارضـت ماه
شوق لـبـت برد از یاد حافـظ
درس شـبانـه ورد سـحرگاه