The curve that your playful eyebrow cast in the bow

Was aimed at the life of poor, helpless me

It wasn't the pattern of two worlds that was the color of friendship

Time cast the design of love not just in this era

With one coquettish glance that the narcissus made in self-display

The deceit of your eye cast a hundred tumults in the world

Wine-drunk and perspiring, you go to the meadow

For your face's radiance has set fire to the judas tree

Last night I passed drunk through the meadow's feast

When the rosebud made me think of your mouth

The violet was knotting its wire-like locks

When the morning breeze brought up the tale of your tresses

From shame that I compared it to your face

The jasmine cast dust in its mouth by the morning breeze

I, from piety, had not seen wine and musician before this

The desire for tavern youths cast me into this and that

Now I wash my religious cloak with ruby wine

One cannot cast away what is destined from eternity

Perhaps Hafez's liberation was in this ruin

For eternal grace cast him into the Magian wine

The world now turns to my desire, for time's revolution

Has cast me into the service of the master of the world