Now that the flower has come into existence from nothingness in the garden

The violet bowed its head in prostration at its feet

Drink the morning cup with the lament of the tambourine and harp

Kiss the cupbearer's chin with the melody of the flute and lute

Do not sit around the flower without wine, companions, and harp

For like the day of eternity, its week is limited

The sky became bright with the emergence of flowers

The earth with the auspicious star and fortunate horoscope

From the hand of the delicate-cheeked, Jesus-breathing beloved

Drink wine and forget the story of 'Ad and Thamud

The world became like the highest paradise with the cycle of lilies and flowers

But what good is it when eternal life is not possible in it

When the flower rides the air like Solomon

At dawn when the bird sings with the melody of David

Renew the Zoroastrian tradition in the garden

Now that the tulip has kindled the fire of Nimrod

Ask for the morning cup in memory of Asaf the Vizier

The minister of Solomon's kingdom, Emad of the Mahmud dynasty

It was the gathering of Hafez, blessed by his upbringing

Everything he sought was present