O Saki, pass around and offer the bowl (of wine)

For love seemed easy at first, but difficulties arose

From the scent of the musk-pod that morning breeze shall unfold from those tresses

From the twist of its musky curls, what blood befell the hearts

In the station of the Beloved, what security of enjoyment exists when at every moment

The bell proclaims loudly: 'Bind ye up the camel-litters'

Stain the prayer-mat with wine if the Magian Elder tells you

For the traveler is not unaware of the way and customs of the stages

The dark night, the fear of waves, and a whirlpool so terrifying

How can those who lightly burden the shore know our state?

All my affairs through self-desire led finally to bad name

How can that secret remain hidden, of which they make assemblies?

If you desire presence, do not be absent from him, O Hafez

When you meet whom you love, abandon the world and let it go