If my hand can reach your locks again
Like a ball, I will strike many heads with your locks.

Your locks have given me a long life, but alas
There is no hair from that long life in my hand.

Give me the moth’s ease, O candle, so that tonight
Like a candle, I may melt in the fire of my heart for you.

The moment I give my life like a jug with one smile
I want your intoxicated ones to abandon their prayers.

Since my polluted prayer is no prayer
At the tavern, my burning will not diminish.

If your image comes to my mind in the mosque and tavern
I will make the prayer niche and the bow from your two eyebrows.

If you illuminate our solitude one night
I will rise like the morning sun over the horizons of the world.

Mahmud will be the end of this affair
If my head is lost in the dream of my storm cloud.

Hafez, to whom shall I tell my heart’s sorrow?
In this age, nothing but the cup can be the confidant of my secret.