My life is always joyous, thanks to my beloved’s ruby lips
My affairs are successful, all thanks to God
O rebellious fortune, tighten your grip around my neck
Sometimes draw a golden cup, sometimes the ruby lips of my beloved
They have made us into legendary rogues
Ignorant elders, misguided sheikhs
We have repented from the hand of the ascetic
And sought forgiveness from God for the actions of the devotee
Beloved, what can I say to describe your separation?
A hundred tears in my eye, a hundred sighs in my heart
May the unbeliever not see this sorrow that I have seen
From your cypress-like stature, from your moon-like face
Longing for your lips has taken away from حافظ
His nightly lessons, his morning prayers