Who will carry a message from me, a beggar, to the kings?
That I drink a thousand gems in the tavern of wine-sellers
I’ve become ruined and infamous, yet I still hope
That through the kindness of the beloved, I’ll attain a good reputation
You who are an alchemist, cast a glance at our hearts
For we have no merchandise and are trapped in a snare
It’s strange that my beloved has shown no favor
Neither a message in a letter, nor a greeting with a pen
If this wine is raw and that companion is ripe
It’s a thousand times better than a thousand ripe rawness
O Sheikh, don’t dismiss me with your rosary beads
For like a wise bird, I won’t fall into any trap
I’m your servant, buy me with kindness and don’t sell me
For a servant, when he falls lower, becomes a slave
Where shall I carry my complaint, to whom shall I tell this tale?
That your lips were my life, yet you had no lastingness
Open the bow of your eyelashes and shed
Hafez’s blood For no one can avenge such a killer.