Two wise friends, and two mans of old wine
Leisure, a book, and a corner of a meadow

I would not give this place up for the world or the afterlife
Even if a gathering of people were to pursue me every moment

Whoever exchanged the corner of contentment for the treasure of the world
Sold Joseph of Egypt for the lowest price

Come, let us not diminish the prosperity of this workshop
Whether you are as ascetic as you are or as sinful as I

From the violent winds of events, one cannot see
In this garden, whether there has been a flower or a hyacinth

See in the mirror of the cup the design of the unseen
That no one remembers such a strange world

From these poisons that have passed over the garden
It is strange that there is the scent of a flower and the color of a hyacinth

Be patient, O heart, for the Right will not abandon
Such a precious jewel to the hand of a demon

The temperament of the world has become feverish in this calamity, Hafez
Where is the thought of a wise man and the counsel of a Brahmin?