Ode 48

No! Saki—take the wine away!

I have no need of it to-day;

So drunk am I with adoration,

No longer have I any need

Of commonplace intoxication.

How should a man whose eyes may drink

Her beauty, like the Northern Star,

In a delicious meditation,

Remain contented any more

With common wine out of a jar!

No, Saki—take the wine away;

Though it were poured from heaven's brink,

I 'd spill it on the tavern floor—

I have no need of it to-day.

Of course, I 'll go on getting drunk,

But it will be another way—

A more august inebriation;

And I 'm afraid, old Magian monk,

You 'll almost have to close your door

When HAFIZ buys your wine no more—

That is the worst of reformation.