Come through the door and illuminate our chamber
Perfume the air of the assembly of the spiritual

If a scholar admonishes you not to love
Give him a cup, say, “Moisturize your brain”

I’ve given my heart and soul to my beloved’s eyes and brows
Come, come, and gaze upon this wondrous scene

The star of the night of separation does not shine
Ascend the roof of the palace and light the moon

Tell the guardian of paradise that the dust of this gathering
Is a gift to be sent to paradise, as incense

I am weary of this ascetic robe and patched cloak
With a single coquettish glance, make me a dervish

Like the flowers of the meadow, you can subdue anyone with your beauty
Flirting with the acacia and showing off to the cypress

The idle soul will tell many tales, O wine-server
Do not let your task slip from your hand, fill the cup with wine

The veil of perception has been lifted by the radiance of beauty
Come and illuminate the abode of the sun

I do not aspire to the sweetness of your union
Entrust me to your ruby lip like sugar

Kiss the rim of the cup, then give it to the intoxicated
In this moment, moisten the brains of the companions

After serving the pleasure and love of moon-faced ones
Recite Hafiz’s poetry from whatever you do