I am he whose monastery is the tavern's corner

The Magian elder's prayer is my morning litany

If I don't have the harp's morning melody, what matter

My melody at dawn is my apologetic sigh

From king and beggar I'm free, praise be to God

The beggar at the friend's door is my king

My purpose from mosque and tavern is union with you

I have no thought but this, God is my witness

Only by death's sword will I break camp, otherwise

Fleeing from fortune's door is not my way and custom

From that time when I set my face upon this threshold

Above the sun's seat is my resting place

Though sin was not our choice, Hafez

You stay on courtesy's path, let them say the sin is mine