O Sufi, pick a flower and give the patch to the thorn

And give this dry asceticism to the sweet wine

Do not place exaggerations and ecstatic sayings on the path of the harp

Give the rosary and the cloak to the wine and the wine-drinker

The heavy asceticism that neither the beloved nor the cupbearer buys

Give it to the breeze of spring in the circle of the meadow

The ruby wine has shown me the way, O leader of lovers

Give my blood to the well of the beloved's chin

O Lord, forgive the sins of this servant at the time of flowers

And give this tale to the cypress by the stream

O you who have found the path to the desired tavern

Give a drop from this ocean to this humble one

For the thanksgiving that your eye has not seen the face of idols

Grant us the forgiveness and grace of the Lord

When the cupbearer drinks the morning wine like a king

Say, give the golden cup to Hafez, the night-watcher