Now that paradise breeze blows from the garden

Me and joy-giving wine and the houri-natured beloved

Why shouldn't the beggar boast of kingship today

When the tent is cloud's shade and the feast-place field's edge

The meadow tells the tale of paradise

Not wise is one who bought on credit and cash paradise

With wine build up the heart for this ruined world

Intends to make bricks from our dust

Don't seek loyalty from enemy for it gives no light

Like lighting monastery's candle from synagogue's lamp

Don't blame me drunk for black deeds

For who knows what fate wrote upon their head

Don't withhold your step from Hafez's funeral

For though drowned in sin he goes to paradise