A gentle spring breeze comes from my beloved's lane
If you seek help from this wind, ignite the lamp of your heart

If you have a bit of gold, for God's sake spend it on pleasure
For it was false calculations that gave Qarun the desire for hoarding

Like a rose, the nightingale is now drunk on ruby wine from the flower's cup
It has struck the turquoise sky with the cry of a victorious throne

Go to the meadow to shake off the dust of sorrow from your skirt
Come to the rose garden to learn the nightingale's song

Since eternal life is not possible in this turquoise palace of paradise, my heart
Know that the opportunity for pleasure is an opportunity for victory and prosperity

What is the path to a fulfilling life? To abandon one's own desires
The crown of sovereignty is that which is sewn from this abandonment

I speak in veiled terms, like a rose emerging from a bud
For the decree of the spring king is no more than five days

I do not know what the nightingale's lament towards the streams is
Perhaps it, too, like me, has a sorrow night and day?

I have wine as pure as my soul, and a Sufi finds fault with it
God forbid that any wise person should have bad fortune

Your sweet beloved has departed, now sit alone, O candle
For the decree of heaven is this, whether you make a sound or burn

Through the arrogance of knowledge, one cannot be deprived of the instruments of joy
Come, O cupbearer, for the ignorant often have a better day

Drink wine in the assembly of Asif on this glorious Nowruz
So that your cup may give the world a joyous New Year

It is not only Hafez who makes the prayer of the sage Turan Shah
The world will also receive a New Year's gift and blessing from the praise of Asif

His heart is the prayer niche of the pious
His forehead is the day of victory and triumph for the early risers