Don't fault the rends O pure-natured ascetic

For others' sins won't be written against you

Whether I'm good or bad, you go be yourself

Everyone reaps in the end what they sowed

Everyone seeks the beloved, both sober and drunk

Everywhere is love's house, whether mosque or synagogue

My head in submission and the taverns' doorstep

If the pretender doesn't understand, say 'head and brick'

Don't make me hopeless of eternal grace's precedent

Behind the veil what do you know who's fair and who's foul

Not only I fell from piety's veil

My father too lost eternal paradise

Hafez, on judgment day if you gain a cup

Straight from tavern street they'll take you to paradise