The critique of the Sufi is not all pure without flaw

Many a cloak deserves to be set on fire

Our Sufi who became intoxicated by morning prayers

Watch him in the evening, for he remains joyous

It would be delightful if the test of experience comes in between

So that everyone with deceit becomes ashamed

If the cupbearer draws such lines on the water

Many faces will be adorned with bloodstains

The one pampered in luxury will not find the way to the Beloved

Loving is the way of the afflicted libertines

Why grieve over the lowly world, drink wine

It's a pity if the wise heart is troubled

The wine-seller took Hafez's cloak and prayer mat

If his wine was from the hands of a moon-faced cupbearer