I want bitter wine, whose strength is man-destroying

So that I may rest for a moment from the world and its turmoil

The table of the world, which nurtures the base, has no honey of comfort

O heart, cleanse your palate from the bitterness and turmoil of greed and desire

Bring wine, for one cannot be safe from the deceit of the heavens

With the play of Venus the harpist and Mars the warrior

Cast the noose of Bahram's hunt, take the cup of Jam

For I have traversed this desert, it is neither Bahram nor his grave

Come, so that in the pure wine I may show you the secret of the world

On the condition that you do not show it to the crooked-hearted

Looking at the dervishes is not incompatible with greatness

Solomon, with all his majesty, had glances at the ant

The bow of the beloved's eyebrow does not turn away from Hafez

But it laughs at this arm without strength