Life has passed in futility and frivolity
O son, give me the cup of wine, that I may reach old age

What thanks are there in this city, where they have become content
The eagles of the spiritual path, to the position of a fly

Yesterday, I was going in the procession of the servants of the door
He said, “O poor lover, who are you?”

With a heart bleeding like a musk bag, what pleasure should he have?
Whoever became famous in the world, became so through a sweet breath

The lightning flashed from Mount Sinai, and that is,
in fact, a spark of a shooting star for you

The caravan has gone, and you are asleep, and the desert is ahead
Alas, how unaware you are of the noise of many cups

Spread your wings and whistle from the tree of Tuba
It is a pity for a bird like you to be imprisoned in a cage

Until I take the skirt of the beloved like an incense burner
We have sacrificed our lives to the fire for the sake of a sweet breath

How long has Hafez wandered in search of you from every side?
May God make the way easy, willingly or by request