It is Eid, the end of the flowers, and friends are in waiting

Cupbearer, look at the king's face and bring the moon and wine

I had detached my heart from the days of flowers, but

The endeavor of the fasting pure ones worked a deed

Do not attach your heart to the world, and in drunkenness, ask

Of the grace of the cup and the tale of Jamsheed the fortunate

I have nothing but my life in hand, where is the wine

For that too I will offer to the cupbearer's charm

What a pleasant fortune and what a generous kingship

O Lord, protect it from the evil eye of time

Drink wine to the poet's verse, for it gives another beauty

Your jeweled cup to this, kingly in worth

If you miss the pre-dawn meal, what loss is there in morning wine

They break the fast with wine, those seeking the beloved

Since the curtain-covering pardon is your generous forgiveness

Forgive our hearts that are of low value

I fear that on the Day of Resurrection, the reins will clash

The rosary of the sheikh and the cloak of the wine-drinking rogue

Hafez, as the fast ends, the flowers also go

Inevitably, drink wine, for the matter is out of hand