For the sake of the old man of the tavern and the right of his companionship
That there is nothing in my head but the desire for his service
Though paradise is not a place for sinners
Bring wine, for I am empowered by his determination
May the lamp of that radiant cloud be lightning
Which has set fire to our harvest with his love
If you see a head at the tavern door
Don't kick it, for his intention is unknown
Come, for last night in my drunkenness, the heavenly messenger
Gave tidings that his grace is universal
Don't look at me with the eye of contempt, drunk as I am
For no sin or asceticism is without His will
My heart does not desire asceticism or repentance
But let us strive in the name of the master and his good fortune
Hafiz's robe is always pawned for wine
Perhaps it is his nature to be from the dust of the tavern