The breeze of dawn will scatter musk

The old world will become young again

The Judas tree will give a ruby cup to the jasmine

The narcissus eye will gaze at the poppy

This tyranny that the nightingale endured from the pain of separation

Will turn into a shout of joy under the canopy of flowers

If I went from the mosque to the tavern, do not blame me

The sermon is long, and time will pass

O heart, if you postpone today's joy to tomorrow

What guarantee will there be for the coin of eternity?

Do not let go of the cup in the month of Sha'ban, for this sun

Will disappear from sight until the night of Eid al-Fitr

The flower is precious, consider its companionship a blessing

For it came to the garden from this path and will go from that one

O minstrel, the gathering of intimacy is for singing ghazals and songs

How long will you say that it went this way and will go that way?

Hafez came to the realm of existence for your sake

Not to bid farewell, but to depart swiftly