The Nightingales are Drunk by Hafez. Translated by D. Davis. Poem Eleven. Part 1 of 2. Life's garden flourishes when your Bright countenance is here. Come back! Without your face's bloom The spring has left the year. If tears course down like raindrops now, It's no surprise, it's right - My life's flashed by in longing for you As lightning splits the night. Seize these few moments while we've still Time for our promised meeting, Since no one knows what life will bring And life, my dear, is fleeting. How long shall we enjoy our dawns' Sweet sleep, our morning wine? Wake up, and think of this! Since life's Not yours for long, or mine. She passed by yesterday, but gave Me not a glance, not one; My wretched heart, you've witnessed nothing As life's passed by, and gone.