Come, for the palace of hope has very weak foundations

Bring wine, for life's foundation is on wind

I'm the slave of that one's aspiration who under the blue wheel

Is free from all that takes the color of attachment

What shall I tell you that in the tavern last night, drunk and ruined

What glad tidings the angel of the unseen world gave me

That O high-minded falcon dwelling in the Sidra tree

Your nest is not this corner of sorrow's abode

They whistle to you from heaven's pinnacle

I know not what has befallen you in this trap

I'll give you advice, remember it and put it into practice

For this saying I remember from my spiritual guide

Don't grieve for the world and don't forget my counsel

For this subtle point of love I remember from a wayfarer

Be content with what's given and unfurrow your brow

For the door of choice is not opened to you and me

Don't seek covenant's integrity from this weak-natured world

For this old crone is a bride of a thousand grooms

There's no sign of faith and loyalty in the rose's smile

Cry out, heartless nightingale, for it's time to lament

Why do you envy Hafez, O weak-versed one

Acceptance of heart and grace of speech are God-given