Weep not for the lost Yusuf, in Canaan his eyes shall close;

Weep not for your wasted garden, it shall blossom like the rose.

Weep not for your nights of revel, weep not for your days of tears,

For an hour’s repentance cancels all the sins of sixty years.

Weep not, soul with sorrow laden, once again the spring returns;

Singer of the night, your planet once again in heaven burns.

Weep not for your boyhood’s passions, weep not for your youth’s despair;

Every poet’s heart was tangled sometime in a woman’s hair.

Weep not, watcher for to-morrow, that thou never canst prevail

With the stars to tell the secret shrouded up behind the Veil.

Weep not if life’s gloomy pathway terrifies your wandering soul,

For the byeway, not the highway, best conducteth to the goal.

Weep not for the loss of brother, grieve not at the gain of foe;

Would you with Allah be angry when the winds of winter blow?

Weep not, Hafiz, poor and lonely, but not all unhappy man,

While your life’s as true and upright as ordained by Alkoran.