Except your threshold, in the world I have no refuge

My head has no place of reference except this door

When the enemy draws sword I throw down my shield

For our sword is nothing but a lament and a sigh

Why should I turn my face from the tavern's street

For better than this in the world there's no custom and path

If time sets fire to my life's harvest

Say 'burn' for to me it's not worth a straw

I'm the slave of that straight cypress's intoxicated narcissus

Who from pride's wine has no glance for anyone

Don't seek to harm and do whatever else you wish

For in our law there's no sin other than this

Go with reined horse O king of beauty's realm

For there's no road where there isn't a justice-seeker

As I see traps on the path from all sides

Better than the protection of their tress I have no refuge

Don't give Hafez's heart's treasury for tress and mole

For such works are not the limit of every black thing