Come, let us scatter flowers and pour wine into the goblet
Let us shatter the sky and create a new design.

If sorrow gathers an army to shed the blood of lovers
I and the wine-server will charge together and destroy its foundation.

Pour rosewater into the goblet of purple wine
Let us sprinkle sugar on the fragrant breeze.

While a pleasant river is at hand, strike up a cheerful melody
Let us dance and sing ghazals and toss our heads.

Sabā, scatter the dust of our existence at the feet of that exalted one
So that that beautiful king may cast his gaze upon our scene.

One boasts of reason, another weaves ecstatic utterances
Come, let us cast these judgments before the judge.

If you desire the Garden of Eden, come with us to the tavern
For we will one day cast your burden at the pool of Kawthar.

They do not engage in eloquence and sweet singing in Shiraz
Come, Hafez, let us cast ourselves into another realm.