Ask for wine and scatter roses, what more do you seek from time?
Thus, at morn, the rose spoke to the nightingale, what do you say?
Sit on the rose garden throne, so that you may kiss the beloved's lips and face
Drink wine and smell the roses
Cypress, sway gracefully and set the rhythm of the rose garden
So that the cypress may learn to seek solace from your stature
Who will give your smiling bud fortune?
O beautiful branch of the rose, for whose sake do you grow?
Today, when your market is bustling with buyers
Seize the opportunity and store up a treasure of goodness
Like a careless candle in the path of the wind
Close the door to the arts of a careless candle
That curl of hair, each strand of which is worth a hundred braided tresses
How good it would be if its scent was from good character
Every bird has come to the king's rose garden with a gift
The nightingale sings, and Hafez composes a ghazal