Far be it from me to abandon wine in the season of flowers
I boast of wisdom, but when would I do such a thing?
Where is the musician so that I can dedicate all the fruits of my asceticism and knowledge
To the lute, the barbat, and the sound of the flute?
I’ve grown tired of the chatter of the school
For a while, I will also serve my beloved and wine.
When was there ever loyalty in the world? Bring me a cup of wine
So that I may tell the tale of Jam and Kay Kaus.
I fear not the black book on the Day of Judgment
For with his grace, I will easily pass a hundred of such examinations.
Where is the messenger of dawn? So that I may follow
The auspicious fortune of that blessed night.
This borrowed life that my beloved has entrusted to Hafez
One day I will see his face and surrender myself to him.