For years our ledger was pledged to the wine

The tavern's prosperity was from our lessons and prayers

See the kindness of the old Magian that like us drunkards

Whatever we did was beautiful in his gracious eyes

Wash our book of knowledge entirely with wine

For I saw the heavens and they were intent on the wise heart

Seek beauty from the idols, O heart, if you recognize beauty

For this was said by someone who had insight in the science of vision

The heart, like a compass, was rotating in every direction

And within that circle, it was steadfastly confused

The minstrel performed a deed from the pain of love

That caused the wise men of the world to shed tears of blood

I was blooming with joy because like a flower by the stream

The shadow of that tall cypress was over my head

My rosy-cheeked elder did not permit wickedness

Against the blue-clad ones, otherwise there were many stories

Hafez's tarnished heart was not spent on him

For this dealer was insightful to all hidden faults