Thanks be to God that the tavern door is open

Because I have a face of need at his door

All the wine vats are bubbling and roaring from intoxication

And that wine which is there is truth, not metaphor

From it comes all intoxication, pride and arrogance

And from us comes all helplessness, weakness and need

A secret that we haven't told and won't tell to others

We'll tell to the friend for they are keeper of secrets

The description of the beloved's curl within curl tresses

Cannot be shortened for this tale is long

The burden of Majnun's heart and the curve of Layli's locks

Are like Mahmud's face and Ayaz's foot

I've sewn my eyes shut like a falcon from all the world

So that my eyes are open only to your beautiful face

In the Kaaba of your street, whoever comes

Is in prayer before the qibla of your eyebrow

O assembly-members, poor Hafez's heart's burning

Ask the candle about, for it's in burning and melting