Would it be that the doors of the taverns be opened

And they untie the knot of our tangled affairs

If they closed it for the self-righteous ascetic's heart

Be strong-hearted, for they will open it for God's sake

With the purity of the hearts of morning drinkers

Many closed doors will be opened with the key of prayer

Write a condolence letter to the daughter of the vine

So that all the curly-haired youths may loosen their locks

Cut the hair of the harp in mourning for the pure wine

So that the companions may all shed blood from their eyelashes

They closed the doors of the tavern, O God, do not allow it

That they open the doors of hypocrisy and deceit

Hafez, this cloak you have, you will see tomorrow

What kind of belt they will deceitfully reveal from under it