Whoever goes to your street with sorrow

Will not succeed and will finally go away in shame

The caravan that had God's protection as its escort

Will sit in luxury and go with glory

The traveler will take the path to the beloved with the light of guidance

For he will not reach anywhere if he goes astray

Take your desire from wine and the beloved at the end of your life

It is a pity to waste time in idleness

O guide of the lost heart, help God

For the stranger will not take the path to guidance

The decree of intoxication and drunkenness is all in your handwriting

No one knows what state he will be in at the end

Hafez, bring a cup from the spring of wisdom

So that the image of ignorance is erased from the tablet of your heart