I kiss her lips and drink wine
I seek the water of life
I cannot tell her secret to anyone
Nor can I see anyone with her
Her lips kiss and drink blood from the cup
Her face is seen and the rose becomes her nature
Give me the cup of wine and do not remember Jam
For who knows who Jam was and who was who?
Strike the strings of the lute, O moon-faced musician
Scratch its veins until I cry out from it
The rose has brought a throne from seclusion to the garden
Spread out the mat of asceticism like a rosebud
Do not leave her drunken eyes intoxicated
In remembrance of her ruby, O wine-server, give me wine
The soul does not seek separation from that form
Whose cup of blood is in its veins and arteries
Draw your tongue, O Hafez, for a while
Listen to the tale of the speechless from the reed