Come, don’t harbor this grudge against us
For you have the right to an old friendship
Listen to my advice, for this is much better
Than the jewel you have in your treasure
But when will you show your face to the revelers?
You who have a mirror of the sun and moon
Don’t speak ill of the revelers, O sheikh, and beware
For you harbor a grudge by divine decree
Aren’t you afraid of my fiery sigh?
You know you have a woolen robe
Come to the cry of the impoverished drunkards
For God’s sake, if you have wine from yesterday
I have seen nothing better than your poetry, Hafez
By the Quran that you have in your heart