Now that in the rose's palm the wine cup is pure

With a hundred thousand tongues the nightingale describes it

Take the book of poems and head to the wilderness

What time is it for school and discussion of Kashshaf

Yesterday the school's jurist was drunk and gave a ruling

That wine is forbidden but better than endowment wealth

You have no authority over dregs and pure wine, drink happily

For whatever our cupbearer did is pure kindness

Cut off from people and like the Phoenix take measure of things

For the fame of recluses reaches from Qaf to Qaf

The tale of pretenders and fancy of companions

Is like the story of the gold-embroiderer and mat-weaver

Be silent Hafez, and these points like pure gold

Keep safe, for the city's money-changer is a counterfeiter