Last night, a nightingale from a cypress branch
Sang the lessons of spiritual stations with a melodious voice
Meaning, come so that the fire of Moses may bloom
And you may hear the secret of unity from the tree
The birds of the garden are rhyming and joking
Until the master drinks wine, to the tune of Persian poetry
Jamshid took nothing from the world but the tale of the cup
Beware! Don't attach your heart to worldly things
Hear this strange story: by a twist of fate
Our beloved killed us with the breath of Jesus
Good is the time of sackcloth, begging, and peaceful sleep
For this pleasure is not worthy of Khusrow's throne
Your glance, with a flirtatious wink, ruined people's homes
May you never be drunk, for you wander happily drunk
The old farmer said so well to his son
O light of my eye! Seek nothing but your field
O cupbearer, has Hafez's duty exceeded?
For he has disheveled the turban of Molavi(Rumi)