My heart slips from my hand, O spiritual ones, for God's sake

Alas, that the hidden secret will become revealed

We are shipwrecked ones, O favorable wind, arise

Perhaps I might see again the face of the familiar friend

The ten-day love of the heavens is but a tale and magic

O friend, count as fortune the chance to do good to friends

In the circle of flowers and wine, the nightingale sang sweetly last night

Bring the morning wine, arise O ye drunkards

O possessor of grace, in gratitude for your well-being

One day, show concern for the destitute dervish

The comfort of both worlds lies in the meaning of these two phrases

With friends, be generous; with enemies, tolerant

In the alley of good reputation, they did not let us pass

If you don't approve, then change fate

That bittersweet which the Sufi called 'mother of all sins'

Is more delightful and sweeter to us than a virgin's kiss

In times of poverty, strive for pleasure and intoxication

For this elixir of life makes a Qarun of a beggar

Don't be rebellious, for like a candle, from jealousy will burn

The beloved in whose hand the hardest stone is like wax

The cup of wine is Alexander's mirror, look

So it may show you the state of Darius's kingdom

The Persian-speaking beauties are the bestowers of life

O Saki, give glad tidings to the pious rends

Hafez did not don this wine-stained robe by himself

O pure-skirted Sheikh, hold us excused