If you don't drink wine to the sound of the nightingale and dove
How can I treat you? The final cure is useless

Store up some of the color and fragrance of spring
For the robbers of Bahman and Day are on their way

When the rose lifts its veil and the bird cries out
What will you do, clinging so tightly to the cup?

What stability has the glory of kingship and beauty ever given?
Only a tale of the throne of Jam remains, and whose crown?

The treasury is the inheritance of the infidels
According to the words of the musician and the wine-server, with the verdict of the tambourine and the flute

Time gives nothing that it doesn’t take back
Don’t seek generosity from the base, for the evil is nothing

It is written on the porch of the heavenly paradise
That whoever buys the coquetry of this world, woe to him

Let’s not speak, let’s drink wine, where is the wine?
Give it to the soul and spirit of Hatem Tai

The miser does not hear the scent of God, come, Hafez
Take the cup and be generous, and let Ali be your guarantor