If my path leads me to the tavern once more
The result of my robe and prayer mat will be an open door.
Even if I put on the ring of repentance today like the ascetics
The keeper of the tavern will not close the door on me tomorrow.
And if, like a moth, I am given the freedom of flight
My flight will be only towards that face of the candle.
I desire not the company of houris, which is a great deficiency
If I am occupied with your thought even with another.
The secret of my longing for you has remained hidden in my heart
If your sharp-eyed glance has not revealed my secret.
Like a bird, I have grown weary of the cage of earth
In the hope that a shooting star will capture me.
If you do not give my heart the pleasure of your side like a lute
I will play a tune on my own lips like a flute.
I will not tell anyone the story of my bleeding heart
For no one is my confidant except your sword of sorrow.
If there is a head for every hair on Hafez's body
I will cast them all at your feet.