Arise, let us take the Sufi’s robe to the tavern
Let us carry our ecstatic utterances to the market of superstitions.
Let us journey towards the dervishes and the carefree ones
Carrying the patched cloak of Bayazid and the prayer rug of ecstasy.
So that all the recluses may take the cup of morning wine
Let us take the morning lute to the door of the praying old man.
That covenant we made with you in the safe valley
Let us take it to the place of pilgrimage, like Moses with his ‘Show me’ plea.
Let us sound the drum of your fame on the battlements of the heavens
Let us carry the banner of your love to the roof of the celestial spheres.
Tomorrow, in the desert of the Day of Judgment,
We will carry the dust of your courtyard on our heads, as a mark of honor.
And if the ascetic places the thorn of blame in our path
Let us take it from his rose garden to the prison of retribution.
Let us be ashamed of our soiled woolen clothes
If we carry the name of miracles with such grace and skill.
If the heart does not recognize the value of time and does nothing
It is a great shame if we leave this world with such a result.
Sedition is raining from this fretted ceiling, arise!
Let us seek refuge from all calamities in the tavern.
How long will we remain lost in the desert of annihilation?
Let us ask for directions so we may reach the important matters.
Hafez, do not pour the water of your face at the door of every low person
It is necessary to go to the judge of needs.