My heart is restless, it is a wild and enchanting gypsy

False promises, battles, and colorful deceptions

May I be sacrificed for the torn shirt of the moon-faced ones

A thousand robes of piety and cloaks of abstinence

I will carry the thought of your mole with me to the grave

So that from your mole, my dust may become fragrant

The angel of love does not know what it is, O cupbearer

Ask for a cup and pour wine on the dust of Adam

Tie a cup to my grave until the dawn of resurrection

With wine, I will remove the fear of the Day of Judgment from my heart

Poor and weary, I have come to your door, have mercy

For I have no support other than your grace

Come, for the voice of the tavern spoke to me last night

Saying, 'Be in the state of contentment and do not flee from fate'

There is no barrier between the lover and the beloved

You yourself are the veil, Hafez, rise from within