Me and denying wine, what a tale this would be

Usually, I have enough sense and capacity

Until the end, I didn't know the way to the tavern

Otherwise, how long could our secrecy last

Asceticism, arrogance, and prayer, while I'm drunk and needy

Until you yourself show favor to whom in between

If the ascetic does not understand the way of the libertine, he is excused

Love is a task that depends on guidance

I who have spent nights on the path of piety with tambourine and harp

This time, when I put my head on the path, what a tale it will be

I am the servant of the old Magian who saved me from ignorance

Whatever our elder does, it is pure grace

Last night I couldn't sleep because a friend said

If Hafez was drunk, there is reason for complaint