The red rose has bloomed and the nightingale has become drunk

A call to joy, O wine-worshipping Sufis

The foundation of repentance that seemed as firm as stone

See how strangely the glass cup broke it

Bring wine, for in the court of divine independence

What difference between guard and sultan, sober and drunk

Since departure from this two-doored inn is necessary

What matter if life's porch and arch be high or low

The station of pleasure is not attained without pain

Yes, they made the covenant of Alast bound to affliction

Don't trouble your heart with what is and isn't, be happy

For nothingness is the end of every perfection that exists

The glory of Asaf, the wind-swift horse, and the speech of birds

All went to the wind and the master gained nothing from it

Don't fly off the path, for a thrown arrow

Takes to the air for a moment but settles in the dust

How can your pen's tongue, Hafez, give thanks for this

That they pass your words from hand to hand