O Saki, rise and pass around the cup

Cast dust upon the head of time's sorrows

Place the wine goblet in my palm so that

I may cast off this blue-colored robe

Though it brings ill repute among the wise

We do not seek honor or shame

Pour the wine, how long this wind of pride

Cast dust on the head of the unfinished breath

The smoke of sighs from my lamenting breast

Has burned these raw, cold-hearted ones

A confidant for my love-crazed heart

I see none among the elite or common folk

With a heart-soother my mind is content

Who has taken all peace from my heart

No longer looks at the cypress in the garden

Whoever has seen that silver-bodied cypress

Be patient Hafez in day and night's hardship

Finally one day you will find your desire