Saqi- Shajarian and Meshkatian تصنیف الا یا ایها الساقی استاد شجریان و مشکاتیان

O Saqi, come pass the cup ’round and fill it up for love seemed easy at first, but then came difficulties Longing for the sweet scent the morning wind unlocks from her locks many a heart filled with blood for the curls of her musky tress Stain the prayer mat with wine if the Magian Pīr tells you to for the traveler knows the rules of the road’s stations What assurance of joy can I have in the beloved’s home/station? when every moment the caravan’s bells cry, “pack up and go!” Dark night, fearful waves, and whirlpools so terrifying how can those lightly-burdened on the shore know our plight? All my work for my own sake gave me a bad name in the end how can the secret told at gatherings remain hidden? Hafez, if you still desire presence, do not be absent from Him/It. When you meet the one you love, leave the world, forget it.