Rise and cast joyful water into the golden bowl

Before the bowl of your head becomes dust, cast it away

Ultimately, our destination is the valley of the silent

Now, cast a clamor into the dome of the heavens

The tainted eye is far from the face of the beloved

Cast a glance upon their face from a pure mirror

O cypress with your green head, even if I become dust

Lay aside your pride and cast your shadow upon this dust

Our hearts, which were broken by the serpent of your curls

From your lips, cast opium into the hospital

You know that the kingdom of this field gives no stability

Cast a fire from the goblet into the estates

I bathed in tears, for they say the lazy in the path

First purify yourself, then cast your eyes upon the pure

O Lord, that self-righteous ascetic who saw nothing but faults

Cast the smoke of his sigh into the mirror of perception

Like a flower, make a robe from his fragrance, Hafez

And cast this robe on the path of that agile stature