If I leave this ruined abode and go home
Wherever I go, I will go as a wise and discerning person.
If I return safely from this journey
I have vowed to go to the tavern along the way
So I can tell what I discovered from this spiritual journey
I will go to the monastery door with a lute and a cup.
If the companions of the path of love shed blood for me
I am worthless if I complain to a stranger.
From now on, my hand and the beloved’s chain-like curls
How many times will I follow the desire of my mad heart?
If I see the bend of her eyebrow like a prayer niche
I will prostrate in gratitude and go to offer thanks.
Blessed is that moment when, like Hafez, with the favor of the vizier
I go happily from the tavern to my friend’s home.