Who will convey a caress from my beloved with a pen?
Where is the gentle breeze if it will show kindness?

I've measured and reasoned, but in the path of love
It's like a dewdrop that draws a line on the sea

Come, though my robe is pawned to the taverns
You won't see my name on any endowment

Questions of why and how bring headaches, O heart
Take a cup and rest from your life for a moment

The sitting physician doesn't know the pain of love
Go, O dead-hearted one, and seek a messianic breath

My heart is weary of hypocrisy and beating a drum
under a rug I want to raise a flag at the tavern door

Let those who know the time sell two worlds
For a single cup of clear wine and the company of a friend

The endurance of pleasure and comfort is not the way of love
If you are our companion, drink the bitter cup

I don't complain, but the cloud of the lover's mercy
Has not given rain to the thirsty fields of your liver

Why don't they buy that one with a single piece of his candy
Who has showered a hundred sugarplums from the pen of poetry?

The worth of your majesty is not worthy of Hafez's praise
Except for a nightly supplication and a morning need