At dawn, the tavern's caller, seeking prosperity,
Said, "Come back, for this threshold is ancient"
Like Jamshid, drink from our cup, so that from the secret of the two worlds
The ray of the world-seeing cup may give you knowledge
At the tavern door are the wandering dervishes
Who take away and give the crown of kingship
With a brick under your head and your feet on the seven stars
Behold the hand of power and the position of the mighty
Our head and the tavern door, whose roof
Has reached the sky and its wall is so short
Don't cross this stage without the companionship of Khidr
It is darkness, beware of the danger of going astray
If they give you the kingdom of poverty, O heart
Your smallest province would be from the moon to the fish
Don't let go of the breath of poverty
The seat of a chamberlain and the court of Turan
O naïve Hafez, be ashamed of this story
What have you done to deserve the heavenly paradise?