Rose at breast, wine in hand, and beloved to desire

The sultan of the world is my slave on such a day

Say bring no candle to this gathering for tonight

In our assembly the moon-face of the friend is full

In our creed wine is lawful but

Without your face, O cypress rose-bodied one, it's forbidden

My ear is all on the reed's voice and harp's melody

My eye is all on ruby lips and the circling cup

Don't mix perfume in our assembly for us

Every moment from your tresses our sense is perfumed

Speak nothing of candy's taste and of sugar

Because my pleasure is from your sweet lips

As long as the treasure of your grief resides in the ruined heart

Always the tavern street is my dwelling place

Why speak of shame when my name comes from shame

Why ask of name when I'm ashamed of name

Wine-drinking and wandering and rend and admiring beauty

And who in this city is not like us

Don't fault the magistrate to me for he too

Like us is constantly in search of perpetual pleasure

Hafez, don't sit a moment without wine and beloved

For these are days of rose and jasmine and the feast of fasting