Again, the nightingale's patience is tested by the cypress branch

It sang out, saying, 'Turn your evil eye away from the rose'

O rose, you are the king of beauty, thanks to your sugar

Do not be proud of the love-struck nightingales, who are without heart

I do not complain of your absence

For there is no absence without the pleasure of presence

If others are happy and joyful in their pleasure and delight

Our sorrow is the source of our joy

If the ascetic is hopeful of the houris and the palaces

We have the wine house of the palaces and the beloved houri

Drink wine to the sound of the harp, and do not drink with someone who is sorrowful

If someone says to you, 'Do not drink wine', say, 'God is forgiving'

Hafez, why do you complain of the sorrow of separation

For in separation, there is union, and in darkness, there is light