With thoughts of you, what care have we for wine

Tell the wine-jar to mind itself, for the tavern is in ruins

If it's paradise wine, pour it out, for without the friend

Every sweet drink you give me is pure torment

Alas that the beloved departed and in weeping eyes

The image of their features is like writing on water

Wake up, O eye, for one cannot be secure

From this constant flood that's in this sleeping place

The beloved passes clearly before you, but

Others see, that's why the veil is drawn

When the rose saw the grace of sweat on your colorful face

In passion's fire from heart's grief it's drowned in rosewater

Green are the valley and plain, come let us not leave

Hold of this water, though the world is all mirage

Don't seek a place for advice in the corner of my mind

For this corner is full of the murmur of harp and rebec

What if Hafez is a lover and rend and gazer

Many strange ways are necessary in days of youth