Your fate has done you a favor on the day of judgment
So that you may give thanks, and what thanks will you bring?
He who fell, God took his hand
So be it for you to eat the grief of the fallen
In the alley of love, the majesty of kings is not bought
Confess your servitude and declare your humility
O cupbearer, come from the door with the tidings of pleasure
So that for a moment, worldly grief may leave my heart
There is much danger in the highway of ambition and greatness
It is better to pass lightly from this sorrow
A sultan and the thought of an army, and the dream of a crown and treasure
A dervish and peace of mind and a corner of mendicancy
Let me say one Sufi word, is it permitted?
O light of my eye, peace is better than war and judgment
The attainment of one's desire is according to one's thought and effort
Seek a blessing from the king and the grace of a helper
Hafez, do not wash the dust of poverty and contentment from your face
For this dust is better than the work of alchemy