The good news has arrived that spring has come and the grass has sprouted

And if the duty is fulfilled, its consumption is the rose and the wine

The bird's song has risen, where is the wine cup?

The nightingale's cry has fallen, for the rose's veil has been lifted

What pleasure can be obtained from the fruits of paradise

For the one who has not bitten the apple of the beloved's lips

Do not complain of sorrow, for on the path of seeking

One will not reach ease without effort

Today, pick a flower from the face of the cupbearer, who is like the moon

For the garden's beauty has been adorned with the line of the violet

The cupbearer's charm has taken my heart away

For I am not with anyone else, and I have no response to give or hear

I want to burn this colorful cloak like a flower

For the old wine seller did not buy it for a single sip

Spring is passing, O just ruler, take heed

For the season has gone, and Hafez has not yet tasted