If I had a life, I would go to the tavern again

I would not do anything else except serve the drunkards

I am happy on the day when I go with tears in my eyes

To pour water in the tavern one more time

There is no knowledge of God in this people

So that I may take my precious self to another buyer

If the beloved went and did not recognize the right of our old conversation

God forbid that I would follow another beloved

If the blue wheel of fortune is favorable to me

I will take it again with another compass

My heart seeks comfort if they leave me

The coquetry of the beloved and that beautiful tress

The secret that was told to us in secret

Is told every time with the drum and the flute in the market

I cry out in pain every moment, for the sky every hour

Tries to harm my heart with its cruelty

I will say again, Hafez is not alone in this event

Many have been drowned in this desert