Let us pass by the street of the tavern
For we are all thirsty for a single drop.

On the first day, when the wind of nonconformity blew upon us
The condition was that we would follow no path but that one.

In a place where Jamshid's throne and cushion are reduced to dust
If we are sorrowful, it is better to drink wine.

Until we can reach out and touch her waist
We are as red as rubies, seated in the blood of our hearts.

O preacher, do not give advice to the rebellious, for we
Do not look to paradise in comparison to the dust of the beloved's courtyard.

Like the Sufis, we dance in ecstasy as leaders
We too will perform a miracle with our hands.

From your cup, the earth found gold and ruby
Poor us, who are lower than dust before you.

Hafez, since there is no way to the battlements of the palace of union
Let us end our lives with the dust of this door.