The scent of you, whoever heard it from the breeze of the morning

Heard familiar words from a familiar friend

O king of beauty, look at the state of the beggar

For this ear has heard many stories of the king and the beggar

I am delighted with the musky wine, the scent of the soul

For I have heard the scent of hypocrisy from the cloak-wearing monk

The secret of God, which the mystic traveler did not tell to anyone

I am bewildered that the wine seller heard it from somewhere

O Lord, where is the confidant of the secret, who at one time

Will reveal the heart and tell what was said and what was heard

This is not worthy of my heart, which is a servant of the truth

For I have heard unworthy words from my own comforter

If I am deprived of the head of his street, what happened

To the garden of time, which heard the scent of loyalty

O cupbearer, come, for love is calling loudly

The one who told our story also heard it from us

We do not drink wine under the cloak today

The old wine seller has heard this story a hundred times

We do not drink wine to the sound of the harp today

It has been a long time since the dome of the sky heard this sound

The advice of the wise is pure goodness and the essence of kindness

Blessed is the one who heard it with the ear of contentment

Hafez, your duty is only to pray

Do not be concerned whether he heard or did not hear