The ascetic, who sat in solitude, last night went to the tavern

He broke his vow and became one with the cup

The Sufi of the gathering, who yesterday broke cups and goblets

With one sip of wine, became wise and prudent

The witness of his youth came to him in a dream

Again, in old age, he became a lover and mad

A young wine-seller passed by, a thief of religion and heart

In pursuit of that familiar one, he became estranged from all

The fire of the rose's cheek burned the nightingale's harvest

The smiling face of the candle became the sun of the moth

The weeping of evening and dawn, thank God, was not in vain

Our drop of rain became a single pearl

The narcissus-eyed cupbearer recited the verse of enchantment

Our circle of prayers became a gathering of tales

Hafez's abode is now the court of the king

The heart went to the beloved, the soul became one with the soulmate