Hear this point, that you may free yourself from sorrow
If you seek sustenance, don’t shed blood
In the end, you will become the flower of potters
So now think of the jug, that you may fill it with wine
If you are among those who desire paradise
Enjoy life with a few fairy-like people
One cannot lean on the place of the great without reason
Unless you prepare all the tools of greatness
Rewards will be yours, O king of sweet-tongued ones
If you glance at the heartbroken Farhad
Your mind will never receive the grace of writing
Unless you simplify the scattered pages of your notebook
If you leave your affairs to destiny, Hafez
How many pleasures you may have with a God-given fate
O gentle breeze, be the servant of the exalted Jalal al-Din
So that you may fill the world with jasmine and free lilies