You did not write about your condition, and some days passed

Is there a confidant to whom I can send you a few messages?

We cannot reach that lofty goal

Unless your kindness takes a few steps forward

When the wine left the jar and the rose unveiled its face

Seize the opportunity for joy and drink a few cups

Sugar mixed with roses is not the cure for our hearts

Mix a few kisses with a few reproaches

O ascetic, pass safely through the alley of the libertines

Lest the company of the infamous ruins you

When you have spoken of all its faults, speak also of its virtues

Do not reject wisdom for the sake of a few ignorant hearts

O beggars of the tavern, God is your companion

Do not expect favors from a few benefactors

How beautifully the old man of the tavern spoke to his suffering self

Do not speak of the state of your burnt heart to a few naive ones

Hafez, out of longing for your radiant face, burned

O fortunate one, cast a glance at a few misfortunes