A greeting like the sweet scent of familiarity
To those people with enlightened eyes

A blessing like the light of the hearts of the pious
To that candle of the pious hermitage

I see none of my companions remaining
My heart is bleeding from the sorrow of the absent cupbearer

Don't turn your face from the tavern's alley, for there
They sell the key that opens the difficult lock

The bride of the world, though she is beautiful
Exceeds the limit with her unfaithfulness

If my weary heart has any courage
It will not want the mummified remains of the heartless

Where do they sell the Sufi's wine
For I am burning from the hand of hypocritical asceticism

My companions have broken the covenant of friendship
As if there had never been any familiarity

If you let me go, O greedy soul
I will become a great king in poverty

I will teach you the alchemy of happiness
Separation from bad companions is separation

Do not complain, Hafez, of the injustice of time
For how can you, a servant, know the work of God?