Who can describe the state of the bloodied hearts again?

And from the heavens, who seeks the blood of the wine cup again?

May it be ashamed before the eyes of the wine lovers

If the drunken narcissus blooms again

Except for Plato, the wine-cup sitter

Who will tell us the secrets of wisdom again?

Whoever, like the tulip, became a cup-bearer

From this cruelty, will wash his face with blood again

My heart will not open like a bud

Unless a cup from his lips is offered again

Enough that the harp spoke behind the veil

Cut its string so it may grow again

Around the Kaaba of Hafez's wine cup

If it does not die, it will seek again