O you who have a place in the tavern's alley
Enjoy your time if you have a cup in your hand
O you who spend nights and days with your beloved's locks and face
May you have the opportunity for a pleasant morning and evening
O gentle breeze! Those who are burnt are waiting on the path
If you have a message from that traveling beloved
Your green mole is a good seed of pleasure, but alas
What a trap you have beside your meadow
I hear the scent of life from the smiling lip of the cup
Listen, O master, if you have a sense of smell
Since you had no constancy at the time of loyalty
I thank God that you have lasting cruelty
What good is a good name if a stranger asks it of you?
You are the one who has a name in this city today
Many a dawn prayer will be a comfort to your soul
You who, like the night-waking Hafez, have a slave