Pure wine and a pleasant cupbearer are two traps on the path

That the wise of the world cannot escape their snare

Although I am a lover, a rogue, drunk, and with a dark record

A thousand thanks that the friends of the city are without sin

Injustice is not the practice of dervishes and seekers

Bring wine, for these travelers are not men of the path

Do not look down on the beggars of love, for this group

Are kings without belts and emperors without crowns

Be alert, for in the time of self-sufficiency

A thousand heaps of obedience are not worth half a barleycorn

Do not let the grandeur of charm be broken

When the servants flee and the vassals jump

I am a slave to the ambition of the honest drinkers

Not that group who wear blue garments and have dark hearts

Do not step into the tavern except with the condition of manners

For the travelers therein are the confidants of the king

The rank of love is high, O Hafez

For lovers do not give the path to the unworthy