He's gone to the tavern of the Magi and taken a drink
An old, pious man, seated, has struck a pose with the young and old
The wine-bearers have all girded their loins in his service
But from abandoning his turban, he's struck a pose with the clouds
The radiance of the cup and goblet has eclipsed the moon's light
The cheeks of the wine-dark maidens have struck a pose with the sunlight
The bride of fortune in that bridal chamber, with a thousand coquetries
Has broken her vow and sprinkled rosewater on the rose leaves
The angel of mercy has taken the cup of pleasure
And sprinkled rosewater on the faces of the houris and peris
From the fervor and clamor of the sweet-working witnesses
The sugar has shattered, the saffron has scattered, the lute has been struck
I greeted him and with a smiling face he said to me
"O you, the impoverished drunkard, struck by wine"
"Who would do what you've done with such weakness of heart and mind?"
"From the treasury of wealth, you've pitched a tent in ruins"
"I fear the union of fortune will not awaken you"
"For you are asleep in the embrace of slumbering fortune"
"Come to the tavern, Hafez, so that I may offer you"
"A thousand rows of answered prayers"
"The sky is the whip-lash of the victorious king Nasr al-Din"
"Come see, his servants have their hands on the stirrups"
"Wisdom, which is inspired by the unseen, for the sake of attaining honor"
"Has kissed the hem of his robe a hundred times from the roof of the celestial throne"