That meddler faults me for my libertinism and love

Who dares to object to the secrets of divine knowledge

See the perfection of the essence of love, not the flaw of sin

For whoever lacks virtue will focus on faults

From the fragrance of the houris of paradise, that breath will arise

That the dust of our tavern will perfume the pocket

The coquetry of the cupbearer strikes the path of Islam

So that avoiding wine might make one a teetotaler

The key to the treasure of happiness is the acceptance of the people of heart

May it not be that anyone doubts this point

The shepherd of the safe valley sometimes achieves his desire

Who for several years serves Shuaib with his soul

From the eye, the tale of Hafez sheds blood

When it remembers the time of youth and old age