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The Wine Remaining Ghazal-13

Happy the man who burned with flames of wine His intellectual goods. He gained a new thing from the flames, Rich like the tulip’s fiery hue.

Come you, too, give your face A vernal freshness with a cup of wine, For spring makes pious Sufis sell Their garments for that stuff.

I felt great pity for The jurist, when I heard The taverner refused to buy of him A legal ruling for a cup of wine.

Do not judge music by My ineffectual songs. A lightning flash of it can burn An Alexander’s whole domain.

O morning breeze, convey My greetings to the happy Weimar town. The light that radiated from it has Illumined many sages’ minds.