For a time, I have been serving in the tavern
In the garb of poverty, doing the work of the wealthy.
How long shall I wait with eager steps in the trap of union?
I lie in wait, awaiting the opportune moment.
Our preacher has not heard the scent of truth, hear this word
I say it even in his presence, I am not slandering.
I wander with the morning breeze to my beloved's lane
And from my companions, I seek the aid of courage.
The dust of your threshold cannot bear our trouble any longer
O beloved, you have shown me kindness, I will lessen the trouble.
My beloved's tresses are a snare, and her coquettish glances are arrows of affliction
Remember, O heart, that I have advised you many times.
Cover the envious eye, O generous concealer of faults
From these daring acts that I perform in the corner of solitude.
Hafez is a pain reliever in an assembly, a skillful one in a gathering
See this jest, how I play with people.