O heart, on that moment when you are ruined by the rosy wine
Be without gold or treasure, yet with all the grandeur of Qarun

In a place where they give the position of a vizier to the poor
I hope that you will be more exalted than all in rank

On the path to Layla’s abode, which is full of dangers
The first condition is to be Majnun

I have shown you the point of love, so do not err
Or else, when you look, you will be outside the circle

The caravan has gone, and you are asleep, and the desert is ahead
Who will you ask for the way? What will you do, how will you be?

You seek a kingly crown, show your inherent jewel
Even if you are from the seed of Jamshid and Faridun

Drink from the cup and scatter the draught to the skies
How long will you have a bleeding heart from the sorrows of time?

Hafez, do not complain of poverty, for if this is the poetry
No happy person would approve of your being sorrowful