What good do you seek from us? For we have called to the intoxicated
We have prayed for your health around the intoxicated narcissus of your eyes.
Open the door of the tavern for me, for the monastery did not open
If you believe it, and if not, this was our word.
I have fallen ruined from your eyes, O wine-server, but
A thousand welcomes to any calamity that comes from a beloved.
If you do not forgive me, you will eventually regret it
Remember this meaning that we spoke in your service.
I said your stature was like a cypress; it brought me much shame
Why did we make this comparison and why did we utter this slander?
My liver has turned to blood, but I do not complain less than this
For the one who spoke of the flaw in your curl.
You became a fire, O Hafez, but you did not linger with your beloved
We spoke to the morning breeze of the flower's treachery.