O light of my eye, listen to what I have to say
Since your cup is full, drink and enjoy
There are many temptations of the devil on the path of love
Come forward and lend your heart's ear to the message of the divine messenger
The leaf of the lute has been ruined and the instrument of joy remains not
O lute, wail and O tambourine, roar
The rosary and the ascetic's robe will not bring you the pleasure of intoxication
Seek help in this matter from the wine-seller
The elders of speech, from experience, have told you
Listen, O son, when you grow old
Love does not place a chain on the wise
If you want to pull your beloved's locks, abandon reason
There is no regret in spending life and wealth on friends
Sacrifice a hundred lives for your beloved, heed this advice
O wine-server, may your cup never be empty of pure wine
Cast a glance of favor upon me, the sorrowful drinker
Pass by, intoxicated, in a flowing robe
Give a kiss as an offering to Hafiz, the rough-clad one