Hafiz Shirazi says

The world to me has been a home;

Wherever knowledge could be sought,

Through differing climes I loved to roam,

And every shade of feeling caught

From minds, whose varied fruits supply

The food of my philosophy.

And still the treasures of my store

Have made my wanderings less severe;

From every spot some prize I bore,

From every harvest gleaned an ear,

but find no land can ever vie

With bright shiraz in purity;

And blest for ever be the spot

Which makes all other climes forgot!