Ode 353

“I WILL get drunk,” saidst thou, “and kiss thee twice”:

That was the promise thou didst make to me.

The time is now gone past this many a day;

Thou and thy solemn promise still delay,

Nor have I sign of kisses nor of thee—

“I will get drunk,” saidst thou, “and kiss thee twice.”

“I will get drunk,” saidst thou, “and kiss thee twice”:

So ran thy promise—yet of two, not one,

Not half a kiss, nor e'en the smallest part

Of kiss most fugitive have I, sweetheart!

Ah! whither art thou and thy promise gone!

“I will get drunk,” saidst thou, “and kiss thee twice.”

“I will get drunk,” saidst thou, “and kiss thee twice”:

Ah! bring that tiny pert pistachio

Thou callest mouth and let its sweetness out;

So small it is, some people are in doubt

Whether indeed thou hast a mouth or no!

“I will get drunk,” saidst thou, “and kiss thee twice.”

“I will get drunk,” saidst thou, “and kiss thee twice”:

Try not my patience, woman, over long:

HAFIZ is not the man to be denied,

Nor will he suffer such as thou deride—

So small a woman—so great a lord of song!

“I will get drunk,” saidst thou, “and kiss thee twice.”

“I will get drunk,” saidst thou, “and kiss thee twice”:

HAFIZ is not a man for thee to flout;

Yea! should the sky itself such insult dare,

Down from their stations the strong stars I 'd tear,

And turn the very heavens inside out!

“I will get drunk,” saidst thou, “and kiss thee twice.”