I will not abandon the love of my beloved and wine
I have repented a hundred times, and I will do so no more.
The garden of paradise, the shade of the Tuba tree, palaces and houris
I do not equate with the dust of my beloved's threshold.
The teachings and lessons of the learned are just a hint
I have said it metaphorically, and I will not repeat it.
I will never know myself
Until I lay my head in the tavern.
The advisor scornfully said, "Leave love"
"I am not in need of a fight, brother," I replied.
This is the extent of my piety, that with the city's sages
I do not flirt and coquet on the pulpit.
Hafez, the place of fortune is at the feet of the old Magian
I will not abandon kissing the dust of this door.