Seek not devotion, pledge and righteousness from drunken me

For I became famous for wine-drinking on the day of Alast

From the moment I made ablution at love's spring

I said four takbirs at once on all that exists

Give me wine so I may tell you of fate's secret

Whose face made me love-struck and whose scent made me drunk

The mountain's waist is less than an ant's waist here

Don't despair at mercy's door, O wine-worshipper

Except for that intoxicated narcissus - may its eye not wither

Under this turquoise dome no one sat pleasantly

May life be sacrificed for that mouth, for in the garden of sight

The world's gardener tied no bud sweeter than this

Hafez became Solomon-like from the fortune of your love

Meaning from union with you he has nothing but wind in hand