I give you advice, listen and do not make excuses

Accept whatever the compassionate advisor tells you

Take pleasure in the union with the faces of the young

For in the ambush of life is the deceit of the old world

Seek the bliss of both worlds before the lovers

For this commodity is scarce, and that gift is abundant

I desire a pleasant companion and a harmonious tune

To express my pain in low and high moans

I intend not to drink wine and not to sin

If destiny aligns with my plan

When the eternal fate was determined without our presence

If it is not entirely in accord with satisfaction, do not blame

Cupbearer, pour wine and musk into my goblet like a tulip

For the image of my beloved's mole does not leave my mind

Bring the goblet in the sweet drink, O cupbearer

Tell the envious to see the generosity of Asaf and die

I resolved to repent and put the goblet down a hundred times

But the cupbearer's coquetry does not cease

Two-year-old wine and a fourteen-year-old beloved

This is enough for me, the company of the young and old

Who will take care of our restless heart

Inform the madman weary of chains

Do not speak of repentance in this gathering, Hafez

For the cupbearers with bow-shaped eyebrows will shoot arrows