Spring and the joyous rose have arrived, breaking vows
So uproot the root of sorrow from your heart and be happy

The spring breeze has come, the bud yearns for it
It has emerged from itself and torn its garment

Learn the path of truth from the clear water of the heart
Seek freedom truly from the cypress of the meadow

Look at the pollen of the rose, scattered by the spring breeze
See the curl of the hyacinth's hair on the face of the jasmine

The bride, the bud, has arrived from the harem with a lucky star
She takes both heart and soul with the beauty of her face

The frenzied nightingale’s warble and a thousand other sounds
Have come out of the house of sorrow for the sake of the rose’s union

Speak of the conversation of the beautiful ones and the cup of wine
According to the words of Hafiz and the verdict of the wise master